Tomato Soup In The Sky

The one and only part of this pointless story

Recently, i was fortunate enough to eat a bowl of tomato soup while riding on the back of a flying dragon with my ray gun and my golden laser pistol. We would fly the seven skies with my trusty sword as we conquered all other dragons. We owned the skies. My dragon had an emergency feature, and that feature was that it shot fire balls out of his nostrils or mouth, and his ears were the triggers. We were great together. After a long time, I named him Slater. While flying in the skies, something shiny caught my eye. It was a diamond about as big as my hand. With that, there were at least 15 little diamonds, no bigger than my fingernails. I sold the big diamond so that me and Slater had top hats and diamond encrusted gold monocles. We became the gentlemen that ruled the skies.