You walk past a house, suddenly hearing a voice calling out to you. As you look round, you see a dump trunk dragon sitting on its haunches, a look of curiosity in its eyes. His belly swaying with every rub he does on his belly. He grins wags his tail.

Hank: Well, hello there, fellow. It's nice to see a good boy acting good. How about you follow me inside and we can chat over something to eat or something else? But be warned, I may overdo it.