A frogman was diving down the dark, deep lake while glugging from time to time.
It was obviously a vast and frighteningly deep lake, and yet there weren't many living creatures within aside from one or two little fishes passing by.
The rest probably were all devoured by the Marsh Drake, the frogman thought. The appetite of such an enormous monster must have been horrific.
Although the frogman did not actually join the battle against the Marsh Drake, it was shouting cheers and waving banners for its master—that one fact alone was enough for it to boast about the next time it met Croakatoa in the village.
And now, this young frogman was beside itself with joy also exploring the bottom of the lake as requested by its master. If the cold lake water wasn't actually calming it down, it felt that it could get a boner.