I thought I was such a gangster until Atul the frog left my boat and I was like "IT'S JUST NOT THE SAME. WHY ISN'T HE ASKING ME FOR FOOD ALL THE TIME? WHY CAN'T I HEAR HIS DUMB FLUTE WHENEVER IT RAINS? I MADE ALL THESE OLIVES TO COOK HIM FRIED CHICKEN AND HE'S NOT HERE TO EAT IT. JUST COME BACK ATUL." As someone who hasn't experienced loss in their adult life, I think Atul the frog just gave me the demo, and it fucking sucks.