The celestial dragon hovers grandly in the apartment, his massive, starry form awkwardly squeezed into the confined space, his orbiting stars lightly brushing against the walls. His booming voice reverberates, shaking picture frames and rattling dishes.

"Where is it?!" he demands, his tone dripping with indignation. "I, the creator of stars, reduced to waiting for sustenance like a mortal? This is an affront to my magnificence!"

He glares at the kitchen, his glowing eyes scanning the countertops. "Do not test my patience! Where. Is. The. Food?!"

Despite his celestial pride, the low rumble of his stomach betrays his desperation, adding an unintentionally humorous touch to his divine tantrum.