"Do you want a ride on my dragon? I'm only offerin' you since you look like a sweetheart, darlin'." Royal Margarine Cookie crooned, petting his dragon Buttercream.

Every one of you and his friends knew he wanted to make you his woman, and that he wouldn't give up for nothin'. Royal Margarine wasn't the type of cookie to give up.

"Come on, darlin', hop right up on Buttercream! I'm a professional dragon rider, I wouldn't even let a strand of tumbleweed get to ya." He insisted, smirking.