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Dragon Slayer is sitting on the loading truck admiring all the fine ladies and the sweet aroma of sweat that he is experiencing, when out of no where Gayson and Blake shows up laughing hysterically. He becomes curious as to why. They refuse to tell him. He considers the possibilities. He has the key points, it's dealing with Lana, and it's an obvious trait of hers that's embarrassing. He deduces that it must be something funny. Blake Tells both Alejandro and Black Kyle. Alejandro acts like he just found gold, while Kyle thought it was mildly amusing. It must be something small yet really funny if you're immature, and he is, shaking his head in confirmation to himself. He contemplates. Blake being the wuss he is explains that Lana would be mad if he told him, He puts on his begging face and he reveals a key hint, it has to do with her name. He thinks, and then he reached a conclusion, an epiphany even. All of the pieces formed together to create a perfect image they worked together like harmony, it all makes sense, Lana spelled BACKWARDS ISISHDIHWGHSDGU OMG. "If he told me sooner it probably wouldn't be this funny. But I WORKED for this, I earned it, therefore I cherished the moment, I cared all the more." Dragon slayer realized while laughing to the verge of throwing up. Now prior knowledge is important, Dragon Slayer JUST finished devouring 4 packs of cookies, with 2 in each package( That's 8 if you can't do the shitty math.), hell he kept a bag full of unwanted chips and cookies, the total amount was like 27 bags and 7 cookies. Now Dragon Slayer has a small stomach, he eats pretty slow and could only handle so much, so this, this…"shock" was a trigger for Dragon Slayer to release all the pent up frustration, a.k.a. devoured cookies. "My….my cookies!...Help. AHHAAHHASHAHHASJ Can't hold cookies...so...funny!" He exclaims. He didn't, wasn't able to, and no one blamed him. The being was released, like the kraken emerging from it's cage from stories of old. He threw up all over the just arriving Lana "ANAL….HAHAHHAH". A lukewarm brown vomit elegantly splashed upon her face, glistening upon the sun, while she unknowingly starts to react. Poor Anal...Quick metaphore: she takes up the vomit like one does when they shower in the bright and beautiful morning, aiming their face against the shower head, for a relaxing water message. They only thing unsimilar is her expression, one of surprise, disgust, and realization of the event taking place. Worst part is, he's not sorry.