Shortly after Psychic Eddie opened his Psychic

Shortly after Psychic Eddie opened his Psychic Spa, the reactions and feedback of viewers were intense, both in support and condemnation of

the Psychic Spa's flood of Twitter posts and their catering to amphibians. "Down with froggies!" the bigots cried, but Psychic Eddie knew the salamanders' auras required massage.

"We will no longer suppress the amphians!" Chanted the masseurs. "Equality for all!" One frog told a touching story about how a trip to the spa had saved him from near

ly agreeing to undergo radical frog-transmogrification surgery whereby he'd have been altered to look like a fat short snake. The Reptile Coalition had cornered the market on

plastic surgery so he risked an illegal backstreet operation to become a furry multiteeted mammal. There was a little mishap during his transformation from ugly frog to cute hamste

-ak: he forgot to coat himself in honey glaze! He shoved his runts to the side and squealed to grab Farmer Brown's attention, but the farmer only slaughtered the sweet pigs. Sugar

butt was gone now, gone forever. Porky would miss the way she'd nuzzle him with slop when he least expected it. Farmer Brown was gonna get what was comin' to him. Porky waited

and waited, and waited. Porky fell asleep and in his dream

ohh it the farmer and "Hey the gate to the mysterious room is open" Porky entered the room and found a nice cool air very nice he thought he would lie down just as things went gray