[That's it. One syllable. What are you talking about, dweller of the skies. He looks down at his fish. They're vivacious and succulent and he's pretty proud of them.
But if Wrathion is really looking him over, if he's really paying attention, he'll notice a slight bulge in Dylas' swimsuit. And it's not the organic kind. There's something in his pocket. Something small? Maybe somethings. It wasn't there before. And it's not moving.]
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[That's it. One syllable. What are you talking about, dweller of the skies. He looks down at his fish. They're vivacious and succulent and he's pretty proud of them.
But if Wrathion is really looking him over, if he's really paying attention, he'll notice a slight bulge in Dylas' swimsuit. And it's not the organic kind. There's something in his pocket. Something small? Maybe somethings. It wasn't there before. And it's not moving.]
I did what you asked. Help me find a bucket.
[He's serious.]