*Old Orchard Beach, southeast of Mt. Katahdin*
Ah, nothing like makin' bacon on the beach. *flips the bacon on the frying pan*
You know something?
What's that Orak?
This would be a helluva lot better if it were summer here. Brrr, I'm cold.
Then why are we here? And why am I dressed in a sleeveless shirt?
Because you complained of the dress too much. That's why.
Well, I guess I can't complain. When's the bacon gonna be done?
Soon. It's shriveling up and burning as I speak.
That's the good kind. Burnt. Though, if I was in my dragon mode, we'd be eating it by now.
Yeah, but we want it just crispy, not flame kissed.
What's wrong with my flame kiss? *winks*
*grins* Nothing's wrong with that. ^_~
*smiles, but stops* Uh. Orak. Do you hear a whistling?
*smiles* Damn bacon.
I don't think it's the bacon.
Well it ain't me.
*looks up* Orak! Look out!
*looks up* What?
*a falling bowling ball smacks Orak on top of the head*
*falls to the ground* ... ow...
Orak, you ok?
*sits up, dazed* Did somebody get the license plate number of that car? *falls*
*from the Air Castle* Sorry about that Orak!
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