Crime and Punishment Toadstyle

Now, when you think of Matt and his ugly mug, you must realise one thing. It isn't an easy life being a toad.
People just assume you are going to be an unpleasant fellow and tend to avoid you. Of course, they are mostly right, but he would like the benefit of the doubt. Just sometimes, you know?
Growing up in Swamp Toad Hill had been hard for Matt. All the happiness and chummy go-getting spiritedness of the place got to him. He had spent a lot of his time doing his utmost best to spread a little of the unhappiness he felt, to share it as it were. A pain shared is a pain halved, after all.
Sadly, the kids and teachers, not to mention their parents, didn't quite see it this way with the result that he was often accused of bullying.
Well, that just went to show you how little the simpletons in this town understood him. If he were indeed to stoop to the act of bullying such unworthy opponents as his brainless, halfwitt classmates whom he could just as easily brush off the playground with one flick of his tongue, do you think he would be where he was now? A man of means?
No indeed. He would be a small time crook, perhaps, with not much of a future. Instead he had early on seen that he must bide his time , in order to get out of this town and better his chances at a rich and hedonistic life style.
Thus we find him now a fat (a measure of succes for Toads, let us not forget this fact) and bloated big time crook. Much better, all in all and furthermore precisely what his mother always said he deserved. And Mother knew best, of course, even after all these years and a hefty dose of senility bought on by one too many dosages of Prozac to keep her from lashing out at the world. She was still 'always right'.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we find Matt the Muddvark running an establishment of dubious reputation called The Republik, deep inside the heart of the Forest somewhere to the East of his hometown. This place is known as Little Eaves but let not the romantic name fool you. Oh no. Hardly anybody actually lives in this town. That would be altogether unwise due to the large amounts of green slime polluting the river running through it. Rumour has it that this slime is actually a by product of the Chemicals that Humans deposit in it, upstream in their own reality.
Naturally, this is a load of twaddle bought on by anxious, left wing parlementarians trying to get a foothold in the hearts of the citizens by scaring them with doom-laden stories about the imminent Ending of the world as we know it. Nobody actually believes this stuff. But it makes for good media coverage. And Lord knows they need media coverage.
The clear thinking Toads among us, Matt being the best of them all, said that it was definitely impossible that pollution starting in the realm of Humans could ever hit their own safe little reality. The twain harldy ever met so how could one possibly influence the other?
Indeed, thought the gullible citizens to themselves, surely one could not influence the other?
Little did they know....

Now you might wonder what all of this has to do with 'Crime and Punishment Toadstyle'? Well, I shall let you in on a secret.
Matt has his Crime in the running of the Republik on precious forest energy and several other shifty dealings which I shall not bother to go into know. As for his Punishment? Well, he succintly punishes his former classmates for their lack of love and understanding of his person, by bottling the green liquid and selling it as precious absinth.
Thus he contributes to the slow mental disease which is corroding this once so very happy and idyllisitc Land of Fresia.