BBQ chicken? Oh, come on!

[smaugthegreat]

*grass peels away, dead around the poor, broken remains of a once great creature*

*opens his eyes and looks at the all too proud warg; reaches out for her again with no luck. Closes his eyes and groans, trying to muster a flame*

...

Fuuuck...if only I could turn my head....

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[evilplotdevice]

*O_O!!!! moves away from the flames to a discrete distance*

[smaugthegreat]

*tries to turn his head, serpine tongue lolling out of his jaws as he feebly attempts to blow a flame in her direction. Thrashes his tail, tearing up turf*

O_O!!! is right you little...buggering....bugger....

Meanwhile . . .

[evilplotdevice]

*across the hills to the west, the wargs faintly here the victory howl, the warg Chief speaks to his advisor* That sounds like Woofer. isn't that something. Good for her. Wanna bet the dragon isn't dead? Woofer will be nice a toasty, if any of her is left, when we get there. Too bad. She done good.

TROOPS!!!! MAAAARCH!!!!

*the wargs head east toward Woofer's howl*

Chicken with spikes

[smaugthegreat]

*thrashes, gaining more strength as he becomes angry at his inability to move*

Here puppy, puppy, puppy...it's just you and me now

[professornellas]

*wearing the concealing cloaks of the Sindar, and in a tree at a safe distance, observes this spectacle*

[shlomobaggins]

*walking down the streets of Nobottle, heads to his office carrying a briefcase, musing on the property rights of entkind*