The Inspector: Then we have Number Four, Number Four: "Crunchy Frog".
Mr. Hilton: Ah, yes?
The Inspector: Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in 'ere?
Mr. Hilton: Yes, a little one.
The Inspector: What sort of frog??
Mr. Hilton: A... dead frog.
The Inspector: Is it cooked??
Mr. Hilton: We use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flow from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple-smooth treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
The Inspector: That's as may be, but it's still a frog!
Mr. Hilton: What else?
The Inspector: Well, don't you even take the bones out??
Mr. Hilton: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it?
I kinda figured it would be spicy like buffalo wings but soft in the middle like deep fried mushrooms....salty, not sweet...like chicken( my mother made us eat frogs legs once.)
" If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it?"
What a great tagline!