Kermit: Ribbet.

Clyde: Ribbet.

Kermit: I'm bored, Clyde.

Clyde: Me too, Kermit.

Kermit: No more football.

Clyde: There's the Pro Bowl.

Kermit: Meh.

Clyde: Arena football.

Kermit: Blech, it's not the same.

Clyde: Basketball?

Kermit: Please. What's so big about six foot tall men being able to jump up two feet? I'm only four inches tall, and I can jump four feet.

Clyde: If you ever left the log.

Kermit: Ribbet. What's that supposed to mean, Clyde?

Clyde: I'm just saying you've been sitting on a log watching football since August.

Kermit: So? I'm an all-american frog. Are you one of those commie frogs?

Clyde: No, I'm a terrorist frog.

Kermit: That's not funny, Clyde.

Clyde: I know, Kermit.

Kermit: We're living in historic times, Clyde, and I don't think it's appropriate for you to make light of our current situation.

Clyde: What situation?

Kermit: What do mean, what situation? We're at war!

Clyde: No, we're not. I like you just fine.

Kermit: Not us, toadstool. We. The big WE!

Clyde: We're just frogs on a log, suffering from football separation. We're not fighting.

Kermit: Yes, we are.

Clyde: Ribbet. We are?

Kermit: Don't you support the troops?

Clyde: Of course, I do.

Kermit: You do?

Clyde: Hey, if TCU would have had their act together at the beginning of the year, they could have been undefeated like Boise State.

Kermit: Not the Horned Frogs, fly breath, the Troops!

Clyde: I'm not following you. You mean the pros? Like the Patriots? Or the champs like the Gators?

Kermit: No, I mean the ones with the guns. The guys on the front line.

Clyde: Now you're really confusing me. Are you talking about the quarterback or the offensive line?

Kermit: Neither. I'm talking about the fine men and women serving this country.

Clyde: Oh, you mean celebrities. I thought you meant football.

Kermit: No! Ribbet. Are you telling me you don't support about The Surge?

Clyde: I thought you said you didn't like Arena Football.

Kermit: No, nimrod.

Clyde: Oh, name calling. I get it.

Kermit: Get what?

Clyde: We're fighting now.

Kermit: We are?

Clyde: Right. Now, we're at war. You wart transmitter!

Kermit: No, not us. WE!

Clyde: I'm confused. Do you want us to fight?

Kermit: No!

Clyde: So you don't want us to be at war.

Kermit: No!!!

Clyde: Oh. Good. Ribbet.

Kermit: Ribbet. Good.

Clyde: Kermit?

Kermit: Yes, Clyde?

Clyde: When does spring training start for baseball?

Kermit: In the spring.

Clyde: Oh. Right.

Kermit: Ribbet.

Clyde: Ribbet.

Chris Jungle likes his metaphors mixed.