With all your strength you throw the gun at the dragon. Astonishingly enough he catches it. "Strike one!" He shouts. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. "Did you ever feed me? Did you ever talk to me? No. You didn't even name me." He explains. "I didn't know you where alive!" You protest. "Let's name you right now if you want. How about Talon?" You suggest. "Well I guess I should tell you my name is Fang." He replies. "Alright then. Nice to meet you Fang, now if you don't mind your dinner is going to make a home run." You say as you run to the kitchen. You shut the door and barricade it with a chair. "How do you like that? My dinner hiding in a kitchen, how ironic." Fang says on the other side of the door. Now that you're safe you sit down and fall asleep. When you wake up it's dark out. Considering you can't live in your kitchen forever you decide to...
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