[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/LBWaO3u.png[/img][h3][u][color=00a651]The Frog[/color][/u][/h3][@Lmpkio][@LHudson][/center]
[color=00a651][u]"Following you, is what I'm doing. I have nothing better to do."[/u][/color] The Frog wasn't going to pussyfoot around this, he was following Mephilius for no particular reason. He had no real home in Hell, he'd been roaming since the start of his life, and he didn't have any musical instruments on him to play so he couldn't do that... well... he had the gun. Can you play the gun? 

The Frog wanted to play the gun.

Nevermind that, there were more pressing matters to attend to, such as Flos. The Flower of Death, as the plaque on his cage read. Mephilius explained that Flos was one of Heaven's finer fighters, which was pretty respectable since there was that one harpy chick that broke through that one silver dome.

Then Helena resounded, and the Frog quickly answered with a stoic [color=00a651][u]"Go to bed Helena."[/u][/color] He wasn't interested in leaving until he found out what happened to that one person, but there wasn't a real way to find out in Hell... maybe someone else knew.

Back to Flos, the Frog started thinking about what Mephilius said, how there was wasted potential with this Flower of Death, and a sudden idea popped in Frog's head. What if Flos put the Frog on, the Frog delivered him to Ghelgath, and war commenced in Hell? That'd be a FUN way to be entertained! Alas, that's probably not for the best right now, but maybe later... right now, the Frog stayed silent as he stared at Flos.