A Lake of Uber Mass first. Regrets later.

Ubermassig: excessive...

You give into your thirst, draining the lake of Uber Mass. For some reason your are feeling very guilty about that. You feel absolutely bloated with the stuff, and crawl back into your now mildly volcanic lair to sleep this stuff off.

Suddenly, you remember why the stuff was catastrophically incompatible with dragons... But it seems quite hazy, and came from a "google cruise" from back when you were a human.

Now on the ground you lie, asleep. The scientist said if he picked the wrong hypospray, you would not explode but... ZZZZZZZ!

Written by Jason Argo: I think, therfore I am a Gorn.

The sun rises.

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