The witless scrawlings of one named Frop have been aptly rewarded by the
kindness of this Divine. I have revealed to the world his true
innermost form, making explicit what was implicit.

If you happen to pass him wriggling upon his maggot belly by the side of
the road, pray, take pity on poor mad Frop and give him a morsel of
rat-meat to eat.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lupar, in the year 389 AF.