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The Frog considers, "Hmmmm, I suppose this is acceptable, though it does limit just how far I can go in some areas..." he looks like he is weighing the benefits. "I believe I can work around your conditions," he says.
"So how do we..." you start, wondering how exactly a read deal with a demon works.
"Seal the deal? It's already done, I agree, so it is." He says, "Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting something dramatic. Now let's take care of things." He Snaps his fingers, and you see Albert suddenly begin shrinking, his muscles getting smaller. You also begin to shrink, though after about 2 feet your body stops, still a massive blob, while Albert continues until he is able to get up.
As he regains his balance, Albert looks Angry, and quickly charges at the Frog, arms outstretched. "Ah ah ah," says the From, flicking one finger up, and Albert suddenly falls upwards, hitting the ceiling, "The grown ups are speaking." he says.
"Why did I stop, you said you would fix me." you say, trying to pull yourself up out of the hole. You have your limited mobility back, but even then your as big as you were before the Demon manifested.
"I undid what I did." he says, "Everything else was you. I'm a demon of Gluttony, removing your own indulgences is a bit more tricky then just multiplying the results." he explains calmly, "But don't worry, I will be taking care of that per our agreement. But first... the seals." he points at the front door.
"Couldn't you fix me first?" you ask.
"Now now, I have giving you half of what you asked. Now it's time for you to show your good faith. Remember, I swore on my existence, which is far more then you are capable of." He says, waiting patiently.
"Ok..." you say, "Fred?" you ask, but Fred, still terrified, shakes his head, "N...no." he says, unwilling to do it. You can't blame him, this is your mess, it really isn't fair to expect Albert or Fred to go along with this. "Ok..., just... wait a little," you say, and begin hauling yourself as best as you can. You have little purchase with your stomach in the way, but the Frog just waits patiently, unmoving as he watches you struggle, your body wobbling as you slowly pull yourself out of the hole, your body sagging off the edge like a water balloon until you manage to pull the rest of it over, panting as you flop onto the ground exhausted.
Then you have to pull yourself over to the door, a little easier, as you are able to somewhat roll your way there, eventually reaching the handle. The Frog walks over expectantly as your hand hovers over the handle.
"You promised, right?" you ask. The Frog nods once, and you open the door.
There is a rush of wind, and the blackness outside the door becomes the front yard. The Frog looks out at the world, apparently for the first time with it's own eyes. "Thank you," it says, "And now..."
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