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[snapsnap_boom]

I suppose it was fitting for a dragon to take to The Flame Alchemist. He was a mighty beast despite his fake claws and rubber teeth. Majestic! Noble! He will be greatly missed.

[There's a long pause, as if the writer is waiting for something.]

SO WHY ARE THESE THINGS IN MY OFFICE?!

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[letmefollow]

I'm very sorry sir, I am trying my best to get rid of them.

[snapsnap_boom]

It's alright, Target they're multiplying faster then we can move them.

[letmefollow]

They're absurd. We need a cat or something to deal with pest control.

[snapsnap_boom]

Or a dragon. [Hear him practical whine 'pleeease let me have oneee'.]

[moe_rapier]

I've got a house full of these things and screaming fangirls clawing at the door for my roommate.

Would you like to trade, sir?

[snapsnap_boom]

...

Ah, Arthur's predicament. [A pause.]

I think an office full of these things is enough, Lieutenant.

[flenceburgsbest]

I have heard of smaller varieties of dragons for riding, but if you're looking for something with style, I can pull a few strings...

[snapsnap_boom]

And to what do I owe you for this service?

[flenceburgsbest]

Nothing whatsoever. I am merely an individual who can easily seek and obtain such a creature worthy of your status.

[snapsnap_boom]

You have my heartfelt thanks, Lezard.