[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.]
[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.]
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Whatever. You guys try to make nice! You're teammates!
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... Time to go.
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