Got back home, ready to get snug.
Feelin’ alright, ’bout to unplug
Next thing I feel between shoe and rug,
A squishy slime covered rank beast of a slug.
You’re no toad, you’re straight up thug,
Posing nothing but threats to me and ma dug.
I screw up my face, pick you up with an “Ugh”,
Chuck you through the sky and end with shrug.