You are a brown dragon with a black underbelly named Tenrow. You are about 17 years old in dragon years and liked to explore the country, meeting new animals and creatures for the sole purpose of playing a hilarious prank on them. Right now, you were calmly flapping your wings over a mucky swamp, looking for a certain character to help you in your quest. His name was Qwazo, and he was a sloppy black ogre living within the swamp. You find Qwazo's filthy house and land right next to it, being careful you didn't step in any of his dung piles. Qwazo always used the bathroom outside of his house and didn't have a running toilet in his home.
"Hey! Qwazo!" you shout out.
You bang your snout on one of Qwazo's windows, expecting him to open it and reveal himself to you.
"Qwazo, you in there? Come on! I'm gonna take you on that cruise in the skies I was talking about!"
Qwazo eventually opened up his door and walked outside. Qwazo was wearing a pair of dirty green shorts, but the first thing you saw was his stout belly. He was scratching it with his left hand and yawning loudly, revealing a set of yellow teeth.
"What man? I was having a beauty rest!"
"...There's no way in hell you can get beautiful." you respond.
"This coming from a dragon who's date-less."
Qwazo passed gas for a very long time before he sniffed the rancid odor and fanned it away.
"Nice one." you say, flatly.
"Hey, you know the food I eat doesn't react to my bowels perfectly! Why else do you think I fart so much?!"
"To torture me?"
"NO! ...Well, yeah." Qwazo laughed.
"Just shut up and get on my back so we can go, alright?"
After taking off from Qwazo's dirty house, something delays you from getting to the new location.
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