“Who here wants to sleep in the dragon’s mouth? Who here wants to feel? I’m going to repeat these two questions, and I would like you to raise your hand if your answer is ‘yes’ to either of them. OK, here we go. Now, who here wants to sleep in the dragon’s mouth?”
“You there, you have a question, or are you raising your hand to say ‘yes’?” (I knew this would be a fucking problem).
“Sir, what kind of dragon are we talking about? Do dragons even exist? Is it like a papier-mâché dragon? Will anyone see me sleeping in said dragon’s mouth?”
“These are all very valid questions. First of all, we’re not really sure whether it’s a real dragon. It looks like a dragon. It certainly looks like a very large reptile. Big enough for you to fit in its mouth anyway. It might be a distant relative of the komodo dragon. Anyway, it’s big enough for you to fit in its mouth. As for breathing fire, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. I’ve never heard of any animal that can actually breathe fire. But these are all very valid questions. Thank you for asking.”
(No one raises their hand).
“So does that mean no one here wants to sleep in the dragon’s mouth?” (Still no hands).
“OK, next question: Who here wants to feel?” (Six semi-tentative hands go up, and one hand by a man who appears to be very enthusiastic).
“I want to fucking feel!”
“That’s great, that’s great. I’m glad you want to feel. I’m glad all of you want to feel. There will be plenty of time to feel later. You would probably feel better if you were sleeping in the dragon’s mouth, but we’ll worry about that later. Maybe you’ll change your minds about the dragon’s mouth. Like I’ve explained, it’s not even really a dragon.”
“But I want to fucking feel! I want to feel right now!” (Man stands up and starts shaking his head back and forth, convulsing slightly).
“Sir, you will feel later. That is not how you feel. Shaking your head back and forth is not how you feel.”
“I’ll sleep in the dragon’s mouth!” (Same man starts parading around the room, picking up chairs and then daintily dropping them. When he drops them he gets very still and holds his hand up to his ear, as if waiting to hear the sound of the chair when it hits the floor).
“I will sleep in the dragon’s mouth! I will sleep in the dragon’s mouth!”
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