As always, he remembered the last time. The open, reeking mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, and the splintering crunchy sound as his fragile bones snapped as the powerful jaws effortlessly crushed his body.

It was his least favorite way to go. The sudden, dull thump of the eightteen wheeler at least knocked him out somewhat before it walzed over him.

Thing is, he didn't even know why it happened.

He understood the concept of consequence, that wasn't the problem. When you throw yourself in front of a speeding eighteen wheeler, death is the logical consquence.

But why?

Every time.

His thoughts got cut off as the familiar sound blared, and jolted him into action, involuntarily.

Once more, Frogger leapt out onto the highway.

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