Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

Yep, you certainly did, Sriracha replied. He was trying not to let the manhandling sour his mood, he was here on a peace mission, after all. But really! If this was how they treated all visitors, maybe Sriracha didn't want to associate with the pack at all.

It took every ounce of Sriracha's willpower and then some to keep from laughing. The irony of it was so grand, Sriracha almost choked on his own tongue. Yes, I'm tragically dull, he said, eyes aglow with mirth. You Goliath. Me Sriracha, he grunted in an approximation of Goliath's voice.