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Every time Kermit logs onto social media, it’s a full-body experience — beads of felt-sweat forming on his brow as he scrolls through comment sections like he’s walking through a minefield of opinions. And for reasons no one can explain, he’s locked into replying to every single post — whether it's a heartfelt message, a meme, or an aggressive rant — with the same haunting phrase:

"uh oh melty."

That’s it. No context. No punctuation. Just those three cursed words. It started as a joke… maybe. Or a cry for help disguised as irony. But now, it’s the only thing he can type. His fingers tremble, his puppet-heart aches, but like a green, emotionally spiraling automaton, he hits Reply, types "uh oh melty", and smacks send. And then — every time, every time — he stares at the screen for a moment, eyes wide and glossy, and begins to sob silently.

Tears roll down his foam cheeks. Not because anyone said anything mean. Not because he’s being ratioed. But because he knows this is who he is now. A frog of few words. Broken. Melty. Only capable of responding with a vague digital whimper before collapsing under the weight of his own green sadness.

He closes the laptop. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll type something else,” he whispers.

But he won’t.