An awful stench fills the room and croaking of a thousand frogs start their
cacophony. Lances of pain impale you and you know that the Lord of Pain, the
Awful One, has arrived.

Burglefloogah has appeared in here, sitting on a dais of writhing beings,
still alive, tormented. 'HAND OVER THE STONE YOU WORM! YOU ARE DEFILING MY
WILL! HAND IT OVER OR BE BROKEN!', the Frog God croaks. He is gone. As you
inhale some air, you notice that your lungs almost collapsed because of the
terrible stench.