Panic isn't an option because there is nothing to panic about. Your dragon thinks he has killed you. You hug your dragon back and it looks up at you. "Hi." You say. "I thought you were dead!" He says happily. "Well as you can see I'm alive." You say to your scaly friend. He hugs you tighter and stands up. You aren't quite sure what to think after all your dragon plush is alive and can talk. "Yes I can talk and you shouldn't be afraid of me." He says after reading your mind. His stomach growls and you begin to worry a little. He looks at you lovingly. "You know you never did feed me." He says quickly. "Steak in the freezer." You reply. "Why would I eat that when I can eat you?" He says as he edges closer. You're feeling a little sarcastic. "I'm not on the menu tonight sweetheart." You reply. "C'mon just relax and it will be painless." Your dragon says. "What is your name?" You ask trying to distract him. "My name is Fang." He answers. "Fang, how original." You say as his fangs are actually huge. Fang comes even closer and grabs you in another hug. "Please. You won't be digested." Fang pleads. "Why won't I be digested?" You ask. "I'm a toy. I can't digest stuff." Fang answers.
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