[Comprehensive] quack man

I just talked to Peter Frog's good friend all day.

I said, "Quack."

He followed me and said, "Quack."

I said, "Quack quack."

He followed me and replied: "Quack quack quack quack."

All in all, we tacitly and cheerfully chatted harmoniously in Gua language all afternoon.

Peter Frog stared at us chatting dumbfoundedly, and there was a tendency for him to slam his head against the wall to death if we chatted about croaking anecdotes.

Every time I told a joke to Mr. Osborne, he would laugh out loud. Although proper nouns like personal names were really hard to understand, he could always get the point of laughter in time, and happily reciprocated with happiness and enthusiasm. Concentration, I have to say, he is much better than Peter.

Even when school was over, he looked at me and the Peter frog I was carrying reluctantly, and said in a rare human way: "We haven't talked so happily in a long time, Peter, I never knew you were such an interesting person before." .”

Peter Frog looked at him in despair as he went away, looked at me and Harry's back with that surprised expression of doubting life, and asked, "What did you guys talk about?"

So, I stood on the street, looked at him with contempt, and said to him, "Quack."

Peter Frog was completely mad.

Facts have proved that even if he has the body of a frog, he can't catch up with the frog's mind. The only thing he can do is to go crazy, scream, slap his head with his frog's paw and roar angrily: "Stop talking about frogs!" I’m begging you, write, I’ll never take your little notebook away again!”

I looked at the collapsed Peter Frog, found his notebook with great kindness, and wrote to him patiently: "We told a lot of jokes, do you want to hear one of them?"

Peter Frog desperately looked at the paper, then at me; at the paper, then at me, and said word by word: "I don't want to."

He buried the frog's head in the frog's belly: "We'd better find that group of people to save the world again and change back to the original. I don't want to be a frog anymore."

Hmph, you're clearly jealous that I'm more humorous, cute, and popular than you.

After giving up chatting, I hid the uniform in my bag as he said, and the two of us started wandering around New York with our mobile phones.

According to Peter, he installed a tracker on the car of those people and found that they were always driving around New York from time to time, but due to some problems, they could not determine their location...

I asked Peter Frog if we should find foreign aid or something. I think this matter is definitely not something we can solve by ourselves.

I mean, maybe Spider-Man can solve it, but Spider-Man who only has the fighting ability of frogs can't solve it.

Peter said firmly, "No, we mustn't let the Avengers think we're just kids who just cause trouble, you know that?"

But aren't you just a brat who only gets into trouble?

Look at me, I'm just a little frog who can only gnaw on the old, and I didn't deny the fact that I gnawed on the old.

We followed the direction on his locator, and after wandering in several locations for a long time, we finally found the doctor's location in a garbage dump.

I have always doubted the accuracy of Peter's equipment. After all, from my perspective as a frog, a big boss, especially a big boss who dares to hate Spider-Man, must not be an ordinary big boss. IQ is measured, so I told Peter Frog that we would never find him so please, or we should go to sleep.

But Peter Frog told me very reasonable: You can't stop your progress just because of one failure, go, little frog!

……

Anyway, Peter Frog told me that we found the Doctor's location buried under a mountain of garbage.

I kindly told Peter Frog that if the doctor is under the garbage mountain, it means that either the doctor threw away our locator, or the doctor has been killed. In short, we can't find him.

But Peter Frog thinks that you can't give up the possibility before you try. He waved his soles, opened his green eyes, and croaked with a big mouth.

I don't think it's a good sign, because Peter the frog didn't croak when he was angry, he would say: Go!Frogman!

Peter Frog scolded me and said, "Quack quack!"

I don't know what he was talking about, after all, he couldn't understand me when I said croaks, and of course I couldn't understand his croaks.

So, I scolded back: "You are too much!"

We were both dumbfounded at the same time.

We stood on the high garbage dump, and suddenly there was a deep meaning in our eyes when we looked at each other.

As a croak who has never spoken human words, I watched Peter, who jumped up and down in the box and began to speak croaks for the first time. We stared at each other and realized a terrible fact at the same time.

If we get stuck in each other's bodies again, we may not be able to get back.

Disturbed by this horrible thought, I quickly obeyed Peter's order and began to remove the garbage piled up above, trying to find the doctor's shadow from under the stinking garbage pile.

I'd rather find a door, an entrance, so it doesn't ruin my impression of the villain.

But I got more and more black sludge on my hands, the stench started to spread on me, and even the Peter frog standing aside looked dirty.

I was digging desperately, and Peter Frog held up a broken twig, jumping and shouting next to me: "Dig again and you will find the treasure! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

I thought he was noisy, but I couldn't make him shut up, so as a hardworking and brave little frog, I continued to work tirelessly...ah no, tirelessly digging in the garbage.I've changed from a cuckolded aristocratic croak to a garbage sewer croak, whose fault it's all about!

However, we have been trying to carry it until nightfall, and we have not been able to find any clues.

I wrote him on the ground with my dirty fingers: How far is it?

Peter quack told me: "It's not much, just half a meter!"

……

Me: How deep is it?

Peter was very happy: "It's only [-] meters!"

I am completely hopeless.

I don't want to move the trash anymore, I sit on the side in despair.

At this time, suddenly a dazzling light flashed in the sky, like a fairy descending to the earth, the shining lights flickered in the dark night, and the red armor showed off its beautiful color like gemstones...

Whoa, Mr. Stark is here!

Mr. Stark raised a hand: "Get out of the way."

I was so scared that I immediately picked up Peter Frog and ran away.

There was a flash of blinding light, a small garbage flower exploded from the pile of rubbish we had dug, and then a dead man in a white coat appeared before us.

I asked Peter tremblingly: "Mr. Stark blew up the Doctor?"

Peter said, "Quack!"

I think he probably said that the doctor died very early, after all, he was buried below for so long.

Probably, anyway, I can't understand his croaking language. His croaking language has its own system, which is simply different.

Mr. Stark stopped in front of us, opened his helmet, his long and handsome face showed a worried expression, he saw me squatting in a corner with Peter in his arms, and said worriedly: "Mr. I'm very worried."

He began to count the stupid things Peter did in the past two days: "First of all, you run naked with a frog on the streets of New York in the morning, and dig up the corpse in the garbage dump after school at night. If you do it yourself, it's fine, the problem is you How can you bring your little frog out, you will spoil the child."

As he spoke, he took Peter Guack over with distress, and comforted him: "If he can't take care of him well, you can come to me at any time, and you can swipe my card as you like."

Peter the Frog seemed to want to speak, but since the night fell, it was difficult for him to speak human words. I watched him struggle hard for a long time, but finally he could only choke out a sentence in embarrassment: "Quack!"

Mr. Stark said: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, but I need to talk to Peter now, can I trouble you to squat in the corner over there for a while, so as not to eavesdrop?"

This tone is full of the meaning of adults talking and children not interrupting.

Then I saw Peter squat down in the corner with a croak, looking sadly at me, at Mr. Stark, as if I had robbed him of something.

Mr. Stark said worriedly: "Peter, I really think you need to see a psychiatrist. Well, no matter which psychiatrist you go to, no matter how much money you spend on mental health problems, I can help you Pay the bill."

This……

I looked at Peter in the corner, at Mr. Stark who was worried about Peter becoming a psychopath, and imagined the consequences if Peter and I continued to investigate this matter...

OMG, am I going to be a stupid spider forever, doing things at the behest of a frog that's supposed to be a spider, or even streaking and digging dumps?

Do not!no way!

No matter what Peter says, we really need a foreign aid!

I looked at Mr. Stark in the junkyard and thought there was no bigger hang in the world than Mr. Stark.

So, I grabbed the fingers of Mr. Stark's cold armor and said anxiously: "Quack—"

Oh my god, I can't even croak!

This kind of thing must not continue!

So, I looked straight into his eyes and told him the truth: "You may not believe it, Mr. Stark."

Surrounded by the stench of the garbage dump, in the night of New York, next to the doctor's body, I solemnly said: "Actually, I am a frog!"

Mr. Stark: "..."

I saw him hold his head in pain.

He looked at me with those bright, honey-colored eyes, put his hand on my shoulder, and said sadly and heartbrokenly, "I'm sorry, Peter, I should have come sooner. If I had taken you to the doctor earlier, the matter It won't be like this."

I pointed to Peter, who was squatting in a corner and was secretly sad, and said, "That's Peter!"

After looking at me for a moment, Mr. Stark seemed to be weighed down, and said in a low voice, "It's all my fault for getting you involved. I shouldn't have forgotten that you were only a child, and You shouldn't have to suffer so much..."

No, no, Mr. Stark, listen to me, I am really a frog!

I'm not crazy, you believe me!

That's Peter in the corner, huh?Hey Mr. Stark?

Peter, please speak a word, Peter!

Mr. Stark looked at me firmly, and wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye: "Trust me, I will definitely cure you."

Then, I watched him go to Peter Frog in the corner, picked him up, and said, "Thank you for taking care of Peter, little frog."

Peter said, "Quack."

I finally understood what he said, he said, we were actually attacked by the doctor on the way to track down the prisoner, and then we switched bodies, and now we are in an emergency because if the doctor can't find the doctor to change us back, we may be trapped forever in each other's bodies.

I have never heard such a concise introduction, Peter's head finally cleared.

Peter, you finally did a good deed and said a good word!

So please, Mister Stark, trust me!

However, Mr. Stark didn't know what to understand, and replied sadly; "I know, you should have told me earlier. But don't be sad, it's not your fault, after all, you're just a poor little frog, don't worry yourself Blame it, kid."

……

I now sort of know where Peter learned his self-talk.