The green stench floated up to the roof. It slowly formed into a majestic dark green and brown dragon.
"It has awoken, young one."
"Wat"
"It's coming for you, child. Here. I give you my shit dragon."
"Uh Wat u sai m8?" I replied skillfuly.
A few Sours later (Sagan hours)
I rode the dragon over The Atlantic Ocean. The sound of the dragons fart engine filled the atmosphere. The dragon dove down to the surface of the water. Running its claws through the water, leaving behind a green trail of tracks in the water. Then suddenly the sound of guns went off. It was the Beddingsons. The Beddingsons were a religion based entirely on what things you find in your bed. What a stupid thing to base a religion on. Apparently in their religion, finding a crumb of food in your bed means you will get married. Holy Sagan, that's stupid.
Me and the dragon darted from side to side, dodging bullets with our freaking Dank Levi skills.
