"I see one of your neighbors has followed you." The booming voice began to take on an ethereal shape rapidly, lending Goat and Fuckboi a glimpse of a swirling mist; rapidly expanding and diminishing almost simultaneously, the form one of undiscernable likeness to a frog standing upright on it's four rear legs with two or four arms protruding from the torso. Any appearance of an arachnid was mistaken for that of an amphibian, while any properties ascribed to the latter giving way to the former.
"Goat, is this your friend you was talkin' aboot? I am-"
A sudden gust of wind overpowered the fallen cadaver voter as he was swept backwards. He had only followed our hero the 500 feet or so, but his bucket of magically-repleneshing greasy delights had taken more of a toll on him than expected. He squealed like an animal that provides meat candy and soon was sitting on his front porch once more, a sense of confusion. "Goat?"
Goat almost cried out for Kek to stop as the mists began to dissipate once more, leaving behind a small patch of glowing fungi. Upon closer examination, he realized the plants to be the same ones used by the ancient Memers in his books, and knew they held magical properties.
"Go ahead, just eat one." a tiny voice seemed to say. Spinning around, the up and coming member of the meme council saw nothing. A tug on his pant leg revealed the speaker...
"Voatgoat?? But you're a plushy! You arent even real..."