Detainee 666789 was sitting quietly trying to make sense of the situation. The interrogation had been ongoing for hours but it seemed like there was nothing else to say. He had already told them his side of the story but they didn't seem to understand.
Hank the shank: look, we've received reports that this is NOT your dragon and that the rightful owner wants it back.
666789: I think your informant is in error, this is clearly my dragon.
Hank: She said that she made the dragon.
666789: yeah but I thought of it first so technically it's mine.
CCP: How did she get the dragon out of your head?
666789: She used nano tech!
Hank the shank: This is insane Cheif, I hope you aren't actually listening to this guy.
CCP: What are you doing here on Maui anyway?
666789: I heard that you guys
might be in the market since you are running low on snail biscuits. Maybe a little snail biscuit triangle trade is in order?
Hank: Cheif, I don't know if you can trust this guy.
CCP: What makes you think that we are running low on snail biscuits?
666789: Oh, come on!
CCP: I thought that was a downed power line.
666789: power lines DO NOT generate persistant, guided embers, and that is NOT a power line.
Hank the shank: He's lying!!
CCP: Hypothetically speaking, what kind of a deal can you get me on a full container of biscuits?
666789: A full container? Ummm... I don't think my dragon can carry an entire container, have you tried contacting BV directly?
CCP: Why should I talk to you about it if you can't even deliver a whole container?
666789: Look, nachos biscuits are potent boys, POTENT!! you won't need a whole container... unless.... why do you want a whole container anyway? I can get you individual biscuits that are just as powerful as an entire container.
666789: And even larger specimens that retain their flash vacuum manufactured mold form.
Hank: ENOUGH!!! he's lying!!
Just then the sky darkened.
A rabbit flying on the back of a dragon swooped down and plucked 666789 out of the DRTF yard in Kuku Wailuku. The entire Dragon Recovery Task Force looked to the sky in disbelief, mouths gapping open. They saw the shiny underbelly of Saharah the dragon pass by as she flapped her wings, heading back to the volcano. Each segment of tesalated scales shimmered in the light of the setting sun, they were mesmerized.
As the main body of the dragon passed overhead and transitioned into the tail section Saharah releived herself to lighten her load. A shower of plasmids rained down on the observers. These plasmids shimmered too in the light and received surface proteins only upon reflexion of the emitted thoughts from the peanut gallery. Mouths still wide open.
For further reading on snail biscuits:
https://thepascorrupt.substack.com/p/paging-drs-burns-194?open=false
For further reading on the triangle trade:
https://thepascorrupt.substack.com/p/divide-the-heels?utm_source=profile&utm_medium=reader2&open=false