[James parades the fish around for a good few minutes, basking in the appreciative squawks and roars of his ADORING FANS. Finally he crouches to gnaw on it, unable to swallow it whole like his other catches. He gives the smallest dragon who dares to approach him a single rib (to sell when he is dragon famous.) Finally he flops onto his back with a satisfied puff of smoke.]
[Why would ANYONE ever want to leave this place? You could roll in grass and stuff yourself silly and everyone was so nice. Even the big black dragon had been nice enough not to snap his head off.]
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[Why would ANYONE ever want to leave this place? You could roll in grass and stuff yourself silly and everyone was so nice. Even the big black dragon had been nice enough not to snap his head off.]
Whoof.