A question for Drake

"I canna believe this," you force out of your swollen maw. "I left you in the throes of a diet, and hauled the UberMass supplements away. The portal, along with most of the stuff I lef behind should have been consumed by the chemical explosive I used... Now you're here, and full of Uber Mass. Two mountains of draconic blubber the size of Rhode Island. I hope the survelliance satellites that developed during my sleep aren't that much more capable."

Written by Mr. Logic

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