“I’m sorry, I can’t let you have the shipment,” Nunzio said, handing the paper back to the short Deveel who took it without losing the astounded expression from his face. “This authorization is nothin’ but a blank piece of paper.”
He glanced over his shoulder at the larger Deveel who was standing there staring at his broken club.
“Be with you in a second, fella. Just as soon as we get this authorization thing cleared up.”
I decided that he would be able to handle things in his own peculiar way and turned my attention to the Deveel with the drugged treat.
He was looking at the conversation across the room, his mouth hanging open in amazement. I noticed, however, that he had neglected to withdraw his hand.
There are those who hypothesize that dragons do not have a sense of humor. To prove that that is not the case, I offer this as a counterexample.
Unhinging my jaw slightly, I stretched out my neck and took the treat in my mouth. Actually, I took his hand in my mouth … all the way to the shoulder. This was not as hazardous as it sounds. I simply took care not to swallow and therefore avoided any dangerous effects which might be generated by the drugged treat.
The Deveel glanced back when he heard my jaws crash together, and we looked into each others’ eyes from a considerably closer range than he had anticipated. For effect, I waggled my eyebrows at him. The eyebrows did it, and his eyes rolled up into his head as he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
Funny, huh? So much for not having a sense of humor.