F: Kinda. But so is the sun, the air, and all those goblins.
C: Yeah, bu-
F: At least this way I get to eat whatever I want. I downed two cheesecakes yesterday. It was glorious.
Cleric: It’s not natural!
Fighter: I’m not smart enough to debate you on that. Hey wizard!?
Wizard: Technically our friend has simply traded an inefficient microbiome for an aggressive macro one. It may seem strange to us but so is breathing fire to those unaccustomed to it.
Cleric: Microbiome?
W: Yes. You might say that you’re full of tiny gelatinous cubes. They help you digest food same as the fighter’s does.
C: I feel like you’re distorting the truth.
W: I certainly am. I’ve been researching the fighter’s system too long for you to screw it up.
C: But they will die!
W: Eventually.
F: But I can eat as many pies as I want in the meantime!
W: Everyone dies eventually.
F: We’re going to hell tomorrow to fight a devil dragon. Is this really the top priority?
C: I guess not... I don’t want to lose you.
F: You won’t.
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In a swirl, the dragon grabbed their polymorph cloak, shrinking in size to an average humanoid. They did their best to avoid the glare of the wizard.
“That’s mine,” the wizard said.
“I don’t care,” the dragon, now more resembling a dragonborn, shot back.
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