Originally posted by greg: Your tears fuel me.
“Morons,” the wizard exclaimed before saying in a mocking voice, “But I thought fire breathing dragons hated acid breathing dragons. Hello? It’s a dragon. Who cares what they breathe.”
Eric learned his first lesson when the dragon plowed right into him without ever slowing down. You don’t play chicken with a dragon because the dragon will always win.
James pointed at the dragon’s tail end, and for a moment Eric thought the beast had defecated (that means pooped). But then he realized it was the handle of the squire’s pike he was looking at, and suddenly he understood.
“That’s the weakness in their armor?” Eric exclaimed.
“Yes master,” James said, laughing. “For now on master, I’m aiming for their anus!”