— It can't be sleeping sickness or soporific syndrome or even drowsy droop, nope. Otherwise the lurks spittle would have woken her up. Yeah I'm coming to think this must be the work of a dragon. Whoa i've never seen anything like it before.
— [Quietly] That's so revelation. You can't even see his nose.
— It might be the petrovile, a dragon that lives on the deserted island of Petrock.
— A petrovile?
— I thought they only existed in legends.
— No-no-no, they're real enough!
— When legends some to life, people live in strife.
— So, what did you drag and look like is he? Fat, ugly, slimy, wings on his back? How many fingernails he got?
— M-m-m-m... Don't know.
— Why'd he come here if he lives down there watching Petrock island?
— Yeah... No, no, no.
— And how does he do this to people?
— Well i don't know that one either. I can't know all the answers, my specialty is medicine, not dragons!
— Okay. Well how do we unfreeze our friends?
— Yeah, you'll mean their remedy. Hm-m-m... Let me see... Yeah, thank you... Yeah, I... I have no idea. But i do know that with a specimen from the dragon i can concoct a cure... i hope.
— Is this a tragedy?
— A tragedy, my young lady, is a noble art form offering a symbolic vision of the world based on the intersection in the written text and the actors identity. This sharp fixed though reading life constitutes a ritual by which the spirit can be able to the point of the sacred transcendence. You understand?
— No.
You... You`re gonna have to forgive me, Lian-Chu, cuz i`m gonna do something not too nice. I`ve thought it over and i know that everyone needs a mommy. But not them. Someday they`ll realize that you`re not one of them and they`ll eat you straight away or they`ll chase you out and you`ll be an orphan all over again. They`re not your real family, Lian-Chu. We are your real family.
— This is all your fault, Lian-Chu! It was your knuckleheaded plan to drown that dragon!
— But that was your plan.
— Don`t change the subject! I decided it`s your fault so it`s your fault! How can you argue with logic like that in the discussion?!
— Gwizdo, they`re highly nourishing!
— Yeah! They`re hard as rocks, tastes like dragon fecal.
— He must be molting. Shedding his skin.
— As long as we can save our skin he can do whatever he wants with his.
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