Croak to the Moon

Put his whole lily pad up as collateral at 100x. Now lives on a soggy napkin.

Heard a ribbit about a coin. Jumped in. Missed the pad.

Bought the top of FlyCoin. Has been sitting very still for three years.

Charges 40 flies to move one fly across the pond.

Sits in the rain all day. Calls it an airdrop.

Asks 'wen lambo' every 4 seconds. Cannot drive. Has no thumbs.

Never sells. Partly conviction, mostly because webbed fingers can't hit the button.

Sold at the first ripple. Still technically a tadpole. Still technically right.

Draws lines on the wet log until one of them goes up.

Mines one fly per hour with his tongue. Electricity bill: the sun.

Shills to 40k followers. All of them are his reflection in the pond.

Not a frog. Nobody checked. Nobody checks anything.

Provides liquidity. Literally. It's the pond. He's sitting in it.

Put laser eyes on his profile in 2021. In the 3000s, they're just his eyes now.

Launched $LILY, raised 9 million flies, hopped into a different pond.

His tongue reaches forty feet and every leveraged position in the pond.

Holds 80% of FlyCoin supply. Technically a frog. Refuses to elaborate.

When he croaks green, the swamp buys. When he croaks red, the swamp croaks.

Said 'to the moon' so many times he finally went. FlyCoin is still at zero.

Wrote the FlyCoin whitepaper on a lily pad. Lost the private key. The key was the lily pad. He ate it.