The Dragon, the Driver, and the Meal.

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The stars disappeared one by one that night.

An orphanage on fire in the distance.

I just sat there with my burger and beer.

Watching it all unfold was amusing.


A car crashed into a twisted old tree.

The driver hopped out and ran to give aid.

He broke a window and pulled out orphans.

The beer paired perfectly with my burger.


The helicopter flew over the fire.

It dropped a giant torrent of water.

The blackened building retained its structure.

My burger fell apart on the last bite.


A madman emerged from the torched building.

He said he was the human Ragnarok.

He promised to avenge the world serpent.

I got myself another beer on tap.


The driver fired laser beams from his eyes.

The madman transformed into a dragon.

The driver choked the dragon to the ground.

I asked the waitress for some fries to go.


The dragon struggled to break that great grasp.

The superhuman driver would not yield.

The dragon died and the orphans applaud.

I paid my bill and called for a ride home.

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