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| - | Wait, What?
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| - | I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic ''reptile''! Sleek,
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| - | aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms!
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| - | You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either
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| - | side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen
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| - | looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't
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| - | You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands. They feel soft, kind of
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| - | squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't.
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| - | They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for
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| - | their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you
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| - | move.
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| - | You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or
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| - | something?
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| - | Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of
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| - | tumors that were symmetrical like this. You inspect them closer, sure
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| - | enough, yes, dammit, nipples! You've seen these things on mammals,
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| - | dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals! Pink no less, little pink
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| - | nipples!
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| - | You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen
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| - | lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the
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| - | middle of your once lovely purple and green chest. The ruined
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| - | aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you.
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| - | Philosophically, morally and deeply you are offended. Even when you consider how
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| - | difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and
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| - | jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers
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| - | you the most.
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| - | How did this happen? Who did this to you? When you find out they are
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| - | going to pay!
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| - | You lash your tail. A single furious twitch. Your nightstand
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| - | explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs
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| - | are cut, splintered, pulverized.
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| - | You force yourself to calm down. Distracted for a moment you make a
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| - | mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall. You're
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| - | not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon
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| - | not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the
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| - | security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.
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| - | You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to
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| - | get to the bed. You think back on the last few days. You and some of
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| - | the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains. The thermals were
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| - | great, good soaring weather. It was bit chilly. The cold makes you
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| - | drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging. Picking off
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| - | mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold. You got
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| - | two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next
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| - | to the heater.
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| - | Later the four of you went to that club Ann likes. The place was
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| - | full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms
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| - | you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air.
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| - | To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of
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| - | attention. Under the black light your purple scales disappeared,
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| - | replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape.
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| - | Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the
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| - | void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a
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| - | singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness,
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| - | pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were
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| - | simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.
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| - | Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and
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| - | you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That
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| - | So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club!
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| - | Someone at the club slipped you something!
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| - | But what to do about it?
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| - | * [[Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible]]
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| - | * [[Fly to the club, start breaking things and killing people]]
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