We pulled up to the tollbooth and I glanced at the passenger seat.
"What are you looking at me for?" the toad grumbled.
"I dunno," I said. "In the stories, whenever there's an obstacle, the magical animal says stuff like, 'Do exactly what I say and don't ask questions. Strike me dead and cut open my belly,' and then the hero finds a jewel or something in there and is able to pay the ferryman or buy a new horse or whatever."
The toad goggled. "Fuck that noise," it said. "Here, help me look on the floor for loose change."
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