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your just desserts

You moan softly. Your belly is already painfully distended. The thought of eating more makes you gag. "Please I think I will explode if I eat another bite!"

The dragon laughs. "Are you sure? You are going to love the next dish." She leans closer and smiles, showing off a set of perfectly white teeth. "We are having wolf chops!"

Panic overcomes you. You feel the urge to flee or hide or try to talk your way out of your grizzly fate then realize the futility of it all. You look at your gut as it bulges out over the ground were you stand. You are physically incapable of movement and you seriously doubt you can talk the dragon out of eating you.

With a heavy sigh you come to the conclusion that this really is The End.

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