Talk:Dragon/@comment-29135155-20161222181854/@comment-30014014-20161222183316

Well, obviously, I get dragged away to the room with no say...

If that's was actually me. I open a hidden trap door concealed in the basement of our home, a cloaking device powering down. While halfway still in the opening of the trap door, I bring up a small video screen and tap some buttons, powering up the output to a hidden camera to the master bedroom. "The snare did much better than what I've expected", I whisper as the video feed begins broacasting the cousin dragging a human-like mannequin. With vision established, a wide grin covers my face as I turn a button.

The mannequin suddenly spring to life and slips away from her grip with surprise. It runs all the way downstairs, hunted down by the dragon lady "Come back here!" Somehow, however, it comes across the supposed money she was 'laundering' from me, or rather, him. A devilish idea comes to mind as I make my mannequin rip the bills to bits, in front of her eyes. Anger rises up as she forcefully punches it's head, ripping it off in the process. Huh, angrier than I've thought she'd be.

That anger immediatelly turns to surprise and regrets as her mind goes to think she basically killed me in a fit of rage. She quickly goes to the life-like mannequin of myself, trying to put the head back with tears in her eyes, repeating something about pleading me not to die. Meanwhile, in the basement, I've returned to my secluded location, trying not to burst in laughter. especially as she goes to fly away with my 'corpse' to a lich to try and 'revive' me.