Yours was the hardest itch to relieve...
The clock strikes midnight a third time. The last of the frogs fall from the sky and hit the ground. By the now the entire city is covered in a thick coating of frog entrails. Somewhere, city officials are very unhappy about the mess they have to clean up.
Of course, given that most of the city knows what's happening in Chicago right now, that's really the least of anyone's worries.
After the frogs come the lice and the fleas. By morning's light, everyone in Chicago should be feeling the itch.
A full twenty-four hours of furious scratching that nothing can alleviate should be enough to ruin anyone's day, if they weren't anticipating it to be ruined already.
That's three down. It just gets worse from here.
Of course, given that most of the city knows what's happening in Chicago right now, that's really the least of anyone's worries.
After the frogs come the lice and the fleas. By morning's light, everyone in Chicago should be feeling the itch.
A full twenty-four hours of furious scratching that nothing can alleviate should be enough to ruin anyone's day, if they weren't anticipating it to be ruined already.
That's three down. It just gets worse from here.