(Josh caught the can in one hand and waved to FT with the other)
Thanks, FT! Josh is in your debt! Oh, Mighty Princess of the Treeling, what bring you to the neighborhood?
(Josh tried to spray the raid, but the springy little worm twisted out of the way and gave him a mighty hot roar.)
Hugh! What did you have for lunch? It stinks! Hey, guys, better count the newbies again!
Hey, FT! Remember the last time your dragon ate ... errrr, Remember the last time I dived into your dragon's mouth? Do you still have some of that vomit inducer left?
Whoever or whatever the little guy ate, we'd better get it out. He's on a strict diet of dirt and fungus. His Mom, Mrs. EEdric, the Fat ... I mean the Full-Bodied tole me that when I took her son for a walk.
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