A Snack Break, Too?

The dragons chat amongst themselves for a bit. Suddenly, one of their stomachs growl.

"Huh. Guess I'm hungry," says one of the nameless dragons. "Anybody else hungry?"

"Yeah, I am," replies another of the nameless dragons.

Everyone else nods in agreement.

"Did anyone bring anything?" asks Lard-Smearer.

The dragons shake their heads.

"Nobody brought anything? Damn," says Lard-Smearer. "What do we eat, then?"

The dragons all look towards you. You become even more nervous.

"Well," says Buttock-Pusher, "I seem to recall that we'd brought around 5 tons of wolf with us..."

"No way!" shouts a nameless dragon; you name him Whiny. "Gastrode would kill us if we did anything with his livestock without his permission!"

"How? He can't move!" proclaims Buttock-Pusher.

"You know what I mean," answers Whiny.

"Well, I doubt that ol' Gassy will miss a few pounds out of the five TONS Fatty's got here. And he'll be gaining it all back, PLUS another couple THOUSAND tons."

"Well, I guess..." yields Whiny.

"So, it's settled. We take a few bites out of Lardo here."

They all advance toward you. This will not end well...

Written by Speak no Evilz

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