Keroro rustled around the edge of the town dump, scavenging for food scraps. Since he had lost his job, he had not the money it took to afford food. Only cologne to attract his mate.
Tamama rustled around the other edge of the town dump. He had gotten a job there, so it was legal. His sweaty black body dazzled in the morning breeze as he scarfed down his daily large sack of moldy Doritos. They were cheaper that way.
The green amphibian rolled over to his employed companion. "私たちの仕事！であり、すべてを取ってクソ移民！建国の父は、この！であり賛成ことはなかっただろう。"
Tamammogram said this: "I do not understand your language."
Keroro kerorolled away, offended.
As he fumbled, Tamama got a good look at his plump, green ass. His hole enticed him.
"Wait, Camera roll," he said, tossing his chips to the side. "I would like to converse with you in the language of your choice."
Keroraised his rump up, then turned around. "What the fuck do you need?"
Tambourine deeply breathed in the scent of his own frog musk. He wanted to fertilize some eggs. "I require your anus."
Carol was not sure how to respond. He had spent so much time, so much money, just to get away from his love. But now, he thought, this was his moment.
"The deed shall be done."
Kerosene lifted his tail nub, exposing his crusty frog rectum. The skin flapped around in the cool breeze.
"Years and years have gone by and I have not yet seen an orifice so well maintained," Takyon whispered into the butthole.
Kerearo inflated to 20% of his original size. "Enough to stick it in?" he chortled heartily.
"I will try," Terraform said. He unleashed his frog girth and pushed it against the walls of his large intestine, as well as the walls of what Kororo knew was reality.
Terrakion was quick to finish, leaving his fluids inside Kierioroi so much that it shot out of his poop chute like the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius.
"What an act," Tamogachi shook his head.
"I don't believe in us," Kerero emphasized. This just wasn't going to work out.