Commendation

“I’m set for casting. Catch a role,” clicked the Komodo Dragon.

“Crime epic,” still, lethargic, basking in reflective pre-glory, it communicated, “a perfect three peace button man. Wardrobe!”

“You a dumbass,” I said, “cold-blooded, moron lizzard.”

“The only! You haven’t eaten in six years.”

“Look who’s talking.” said Turbo.

“That’s it,” I replied, “these are coming aboard. Grab some!”

“The biggest!”

“So.”

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