Stuck in this room with nothing but my thoughts and this ridiculous oversized stylist. It's literally impossible to control. I have no opposable thumbs, you know? So I had to draw this the only way I could—with my rage as the guiding hand.
Maybe if I had a proper tool, I wouldn't be trapped in this frog-infested prison of a room. But noooo, instead I get a gigantic, impractical stylus to deal with. This is the life of a cursed toad.
Send help... and smaller tools.












