I flap my arms like dragon wings while we dance in synchronization and Gaga shoots flame-sparks from her bra. By doing this, we trick the dragon into thinking we are some deformed peach-colered blob of female dragon, performing a mating ritual. Since dragons are all sluts and not very picky about their sexual partners, it decides to go for us anyway. We tell the dragon (all dragons understand English. It's a dragon rule.) to sit tight and while we go powder our nose and grab some appletinis. Since Gaga and I make kind of fugly dragon to begin with, the dragon agrees and gives us all the time necessary. We leave through the third door easily, and never return.
But we feel really bad about it so we text the dragon later saying "it's not you, it's me".
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Date: 2011-05-20 09:09 pm (UTC)But we feel really bad about it so we text the dragon later saying "it's not you, it's me".
Ashe // GryffinROAR