What dragon? Smokey Robinson Jr. Jr.? My precious little schmoopy? You killed him, remember? :stare:

Well, he shouldn't have tried to eat the owner and operator of the Windhelm Carriage Service. Do you have any idea how long a walk it is from Windhelm to anywhere else I want to go? And these Daedric boots, while very pretty, were most definitely *not* made for walking.

More like Irma Grese

Ouch :doh:

Well, the owner of Windhelm Carriage Service shouldn't have dismissed Smokey as "nothing more than an overweight, overfed and underburdened fetcher". :nope: Do you have any idea how many pack guars I had to round up just to get poor Smokey to stop crying after that whole distressing affair? At least two... there may have been a dozen more, but you get the idea. :shifty: You would be very surprised at just how tender a dragon's feelings really are -- if you had any feelings. :stare: Sure, dragons may be all teeth, scales and burny flamingness on the outside, but on the inside they are pure marshmallowy goodness. :yep:

So you like to make it worse?

I've tried. Not one of them will have me. :cry:

They just looking for a fling, brother. :shifty:

I could live with that. But no, that's not in the cards either. :dead:

Shoot. I'm all outta cards now, dude. :hmmm:

It's okay. I folded years ago. :sunny:

How did the chorus go to that Kenny Loggins song? "Gotta know when to fold 'em, bay-baaay. Cuz' we're ridin' to the danger zone! (on a one-horse open sleigh, in the commuter lane) *grrriiiiind squeal*" :rock:

Instead of offering a date just offer outright cash...

After all, you pay either way, either by buying dinner for multiple dates, time invested etc. And hookers don't want a ring or alimony.:D

Too many Kennys! :x