the enchanted gremlin realm of Froglim

So there’s this weirdly specific fantasy I keep getting distracted by - what if there’s this whole kingdom of frogs that aren’t just frogs but like... horny little gremlins with questionable hygiene and way too much energy? They worship a slime-covered idol of a celebrity they’ve somehow convinced is their king, and the only way to get their blessing is to, uh, perform a series of increasingly ridiculous rituals in the swamp. I swear I’m not writing this at 3am while eating cold ramen and wondering if the frogs would judge my self-tanner shade. Who’s with me on this nonsense?