And when the king of all Fap Frogs flew out of his kingdom of a lagoon and landed on the Wang Log, the flies rejoiced, for there was to be no more war. No more killing, no more grieving, no more loss. The Wanky Flies were free. And so up into the air they soared, creating wispy, gossamer-like formations, without a care in the world. And why? Why do anything but care, for the eve was new. The sun smiled, and the air could finally rest with ease as a light fog longs to upon a peaceful pond.