Ah, but in my hypothetical, “you” are the Russian Oligarch or Saudi Royal or whatever, and it’s some OTHER sap who wakes up in a bathtub full of ice. You’re recuperating nicely in your posh hotel suite with your Emotional Support Treefrog.
Honestly I posted the “the tree frog is a test for the concierge for some much more sinister task later on” as a joke but I’m becoming more convinced as the day goes on,
