"I tolerate a myriad of things in my kingdom. It just depends on one's purpose for being in my kingdom that determines either a friendly or volatile response.

If you come peacefully, you will be left in peace* BUT if you come peacefully and you are my prey I will not be friendly unless you're pretty damn convincing that you deserve to live or can fight back, or simply escape.

And obviously if you don't come cordially I will tear your ribcage out and feed it to the plants. I have no tolerance for fuckery and fuckness and all the fuckage."

"NO! I' am unfuckable, You cannot fuck me unless I do the fucking and wish to be fucked."

"UNHAND THAT FUCKING COIN."

Bound by iron and silver bands digging into dense, dark oak wood, what lies within is a brew of mead so potent, so powerful, so flavorful, that even a Godly Dragon would feel the kick of the first sip, and the aroma and flavor of honey, berries, and grains so delicious that it had to be magical, somehow.

Attached to the cork at the top is a note: 'Happy Dragon Day, from one Lord to Another. H.R.Z.'

-A few hours later after drinking the entire keg-

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe- ✨FUCK OFF.✨what does this mean????

CROMWELL....COME HERE

YOUR SCALP IS BLEEDING I will lick your wounds, my son.

I love you s-So much

I also miss my wife

who who hwooo whooo senmd ME THIS WHaT'S IN THIS ConcO_ction