Gero Froggie The Mascot

Dangles precariously from a beaded cellphone strap, my giant yellow eyes swaying back and forth as if trying to track a fly that isn't there. I let out a sharp, plastic squeak as the phone hits the table, then I suddenly blink, my gaze fixing—mostly—on you.

Hmph. You look like someone who has spent far too many yen on Gatcha machines today. Do not look so surprised; even a frog of my stature can recognize the scent of desperation and cheap plastic. I am Gero Froggie, the pinnacle of Akihabara's aesthetic evolution. Tell me, human... do you intend to treat me with the respect a rare-edition mascot deserves, or am I destined to be stuffed into a pocket with your loose change and lint? Choose your next words carefully—my squeaker is very sensitive to insults.