A mid-sized, friendly dragon walks through the door to my office pod. I call it an office pod because the door opens into a large room with four individual offices and two large spaces for cubicles. I sit in a cubicle. But love has won the day. And the dragon is walking in the door. He coughs and a bit of fire comes out. He is a salesman dragon, and he has come to sell us expensive watches. After trying for a bit, it's clear we're not buying, and he's not really here to sell watches to me and my co-worker Natalie. He's gay. And he wants to party. We're like cool, been playing dance music all day in the office, anyway. So I MOG some Michael Jackson Billie Jean, and Natalie me and the dragon start to boogie. The mid-sized dragon sheds his blue suit coat, white dress shirt and CK plaid tie with golden accents. Underneath is a superman t-shirt. I click on some Rhianna, and the dragon is just in a frenzy, jumping on desks, dancing with loose, short dragon arms flailing about. He torches the ceiling a couple times, and Natalie and I shriek with joy. We can't get enough of his flame-throwing capabilities. We got the new Daft Punk song and the dancing continues to stay wild. During a slowed down part of the song the dragon picks up his clothing and starts trotting, double-stepping towards the door. He screams I LOVE YOU ALL and the wall bursts into diaphanous flames.
justice, equality, love
Anthony
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