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“Wow,” said Saint George as he plunged his most holy of weapons into the enveloping darkness of the beast. “What do you call these genitals of yours?”
“IT IS A WORD UNPRONOUNCEABLE BY HUMAN TONGUE,” roared the dragon.
“Well, whatever it is, it feels fantastic,” said George.
“IT IS A WORD UNPRONOUNCEABLE BY HUMAN TONGUE,” roared the dragon.
“Well, whatever it is, it feels fantastic,” said George.
“Dragon,” said George. “Must you speak so loudly?”
“THIS IS AS QUIET AS I CAN BE,” roared the dragon. “IT IS ALSO AS LOUD AS I CAN BE. DRAGONS ONLY HAVE ONE VOLUME.”
“Huh,” said George.
“THIS IS AS QUIET AS I CAN BE,” roared the dragon. “IT IS ALSO AS LOUD AS I CAN BE. DRAGONS ONLY HAVE ONE VOLUME.”
“Huh,” said George.
And then the dragon ate George.
It ate him for the better part of an hour.
Then they tried it the other way ‘round for a while, but it was logistically awkward due to their vastly different sizes, so George just ended up doing hand stuff and that worked out for everyone.
It ate him for the better part of an hour.
Then they tried it the other way ‘round for a while, but it was logistically awkward due to their vastly different sizes, so George just ended up doing hand stuff and that worked out for everyone.
“Dragon,” said George as he reclined on the dragon. “Do you love me?”
The dragon thought.
The dragon thought.
“I LOVE THINGS ABOUT YOU. I LOVE THE THING WE DO THAT IS QUITE LIKE SEX. I LOVE MAKING YOU LAUGH AND WHEN YOU MAKE ME LAUGH IN TURN. I LOVE HOW HAPPY AND AT PEACE IT MAKES ME FEEL JUST TO BE NEAR YOU.”
“I DON’T LOVE ALL THE PIECES OF YOU, BUT IT WOULD BE NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO COUNT THE THINGS ABOUT YOU I DO LOVE AND I CAN COUNT VERY HIGH. I HOPE THAT IS ENOUGH.”
George considered this.
“Yes,” he said. “I believe it is.”
And so it was.
George considered this.
“Yes,” he said. “I believe it is.”
And so it was.
