One winter in the northern climes of Scotland, two dragons sat around their mountain lair, contemplating their empty larder. “Bummer,” said Azkook, gazing glumly into the pantry. “Not even any dried human jerky or jellied knees left.” “What happened to our backup supply?” asked Razkook. Azkook looked at his scaly toes guiltily. “I was watching Top Chef…

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