Now then, poor Fafnir poisoned himself. Literally! He should be dead! This dragon is made of tough stuff.... A bloody mary should do the trick. Here you go my draconic friend.
Glancelot: Dear gods! Just drink the dragon ale old boy! Its good for you! (good for nobody else though!)
*Ducks for cover* <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />
" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin
