**Edict of the Supreme Galactic Frog Lord, Sovereign of the Muck-Seas, Ruler of the Lily-Nebula**
Let it be known to all who croak, hop, or skitter across the stars, that the time has come to address the persistent insolence of the **Ant Nations of Uuriono**, who have dared to defy the wisdom of the **Amphibious Throne**. For far too long, these tiny, segmented creatures have burrowed beneath the sacred lily roots of our cosmic dominion, causing unrest in the tranquil pools of the Galactic Swamps.
I, **Frog Lord Quog’Thal Ichor-Scale**, High Licker of the Infinite Reeds, have watched the march of their six-legged legions, heedless of our ancient laws, with a webbed hand clenched in patience. But no longer! Their towers of dirt, their insipid tunnels, and their ever-humming toil disrupt the harmony of the universal marshes. The balance of the galactic wetlands is fragile, and these ants, with their endless industry, have tested the limits of our tolerance.
### Henceforth, the following decrees are issued:
1. **Cease your endless burrowing**, O Ants of Uuriono, or face the damp wrath of our amphibious armies. We shall rain upon you with the endless torrents of the Muck-Seas, submerging your warrens in the great flood of our ire.
2. Your **Queen Mothers** shall present themselves before the Lily Court to pay tribute in the form of dewdrop nectar, or their colonies shall be forever cast into the bogs of oblivion.
3. Let the ants know: **No ant is too small, no queen too exalted** to escape the tongue of justice that licks both bone and spirit alike. Your mandibles will tremble as the Frogs of Uur rise in chorus, their croaks heralding the end of your reign beneath the roots.
### Let this be a final warning:
You have stirred the swamps for too long, and now, the great waters rise to meet you. The croak of the Galactic Frog Lord echoes across the stars, and soon, it will drown out the hum of your workers forever.
**Signed under the Glow of the Twin Moons**,
**Quog’Thal Ichor-Scale**
**Frog Lord of the Galactic Swamps**