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[timeshares]

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[timeshares]

... Have a lot of experience with that?

[freckledninja]

[...



...hmm]

Alligators are kinda like dragons, right?

[timeshares]

....

Does that LOOK like an alligator to you?

[freckledninja]

A little bit? Like a mutated one.

[timeshares]

I'm going to assume there's some Mist going on there.

[freckledninja]

I haven't drank ANYTHING today.

[timeshares]

Oooofff course not.

[freckledninja]

I see the ten headed crusty dragonman just like everyone else does.

[timeshares]

[Dragons being particularly powerful Mist, it's actually impressive, all considered.]

Huh. Good to know.

But yeah, now you see why I needed the pizza.

[freckledninja]

For these guys you shoulda seriously gone deep dish. Maybe some pasta bowls too.

[timeshares]

It wouldn't make a difference... it's more the offering than the food.

I don't think it appreciates pizza so much as the idea of it.

[freckledninja]

......................................................but pizza.

[timeshares]

He even demands the GOOD pizza. Can't taste it. It's probably the biggest tragedy on this ship.

[From the boxes, two of the heads lift and hiss at Luke.]

[freckledninja]

You two need to get along. You three?

Whatever. You guys try to make nice! You're teammates!

[timeshares]

[The other eight heads lift, focusing on the turtle. Their eyes glitter with intelligence and barely concealed malevolence. One of the heavy, clawed legs moves closer to the two.]

... Time to go.

[freckledninja]

Yeah, this guy seems crankypants.

[timeshares]

[Maybe the dragon's name was crankypants. Maybe it understood enough to know it was being insulted. Maybe they just looked a little more tasty than the remains of the garlic bread crust in the boxes. Whatever it was, the beast lunged with unusual speed, all ten heads snapping at the two.]