The Dragon goes on, between chuckles: "I can't possibly kill you after
that, Boobs. (I think that Fred's new name for you suits you much better,
by the way.) You're much too entertaining. But you shouldn't be waving
that sharp sword about like that. You could hurt someone." The sword
shimmers for a moment in Astra's hand, then transforms into a child's toy
made of rubber. She flings it down in disgust.
"Temper, temper!" the Dragon scolds her. "Now, what shall I have you do now, to entertain me further?" "Me?" you ask, alarmed at the prospect.
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