Alex kindly explained the frog reducing process, and produced a straw.
Boris, much to his surprise, suddenly had the straw shoved into his mouth. "Now you need to insert it in it's anus", explained Alex.
Boris suddenly DIDN'T CARE about how to get a frog through the neck of a bottle, and he was sure the frog never wanted to be conscious of the event either. Unknown forces suddenly appreared on the back of his head and eagerly guided the his lips down to the neck of the bottle, inserting said straw into a reptiles orifice.
"Now all you have to do is suck" explained Alex, "until a vile taste appears in your mouth."
Boris stopped breathing. Then a pair of fingers appeared and pincered his nose.
Boris had to breathe though, that was the problem, but he held out…
Boris was getting a little flustered, maybe just a slight inhale would do, he REALLY needed to breathe now.
Sure enough, nothing bad happened, except to the frog's body that was reducing in size. A little more… Yes! He pulled the frog out of the bottle.
Then came the terrible, terrible taste.
Boris exhaled, hard. It was disgusting! But then he saw this ballooning frog on the end of his staw! Just a short distance away from the intrigued look on Halk's face, returned an expression of disgust by the frog, only extended over a large surface area. It was fascinating… It was… He drew his torch closer.
BOOM!!! Merlot pickled frogs were famous for their explosive qualities.
If Halk isn't in skeletal form already, he is now.
After Gothmog quenches his thirst (through gritted teeth) go to 28 for the next exciting installment of this tale.