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After much deliberation, you finally decide to hop on board the bus.
"Two dollars," croaks the steering toad, slapping a slime-covered appendage on the farebox. You quickly produce the required amount and put it through the slot, careful not to touch the box itself.
Looking back at the other occupants, you note that there are worse things to worry about than bus-driving toads. An evil-looking creature, half-man and half-goat, sits in the front row. In the next row, an elderly woman occupies the right side of the isle, the left being taken by a small, purple-skinned figure with small insectoid wings; its face and body resemble that of a child, but you suspect there is more to it than meets the eye. Far in the back, beyond roughly half a dozen other bizarre occupants, you notice a somewhat normal-looking young woman. Although each seat has room for two people, you note that no one is sitting with a partner.
The toads, evidently growing impatient, slam the door shut and step on the gas. The sudden motion jars you, but you manage to avoid falling. You need to pick a seat, whether it be shared with someone else or on your own.
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