Chapter Two: Betrayus and the letter
Betrayus was standing at his computer table playing a game known as Dragon City when Butt-Ler came into the room holding a piece of paper with some scribbly writing on it.
"Butt-Ler, what is this?" asked Betrayus.
"It's from Sir Cumference. Dr. Buttocks was supposed to read it, but he's lost his glasses and is at the Nether Realm opticians. And apparently I can't read it because the reader must be over 40!" Butt-Ler replied.
"I'M NOT OVER 40!" Betrayus blew a large stream of fire at Butt-Ler, which burned part of his fake moustache, which he wore since dragons are completely hairless except on the top of their head. You see, when dragons die, they don't age, which resulted in Stratos being at least 20 years older than Betrayus. Butt-Ler was actually considering sending it to 40-year old Stratos, since he was a close friend to Sir Cumference. He decided to speak his mind.
"Why don't we give it to Stratos?" Butt-Ler mumbled, however Betrayus clearly heard him.
"I have an idea, Butt-Ler!" squealed Betrayus. "Why don't we give it to Stratos?"
Butt-Ler made a face that suggested Betrayus' common joke was getting old.
A while later, one of the guards of the Round House hurried to where President Spheros was most. He handed him a slip of paper which had a bit of spirit slime on it, however the letter was described as "a nice letter from Sir C. for people over 40" With great intrepidation the President opened the letter. It read:
"I know what you are trying to do, Buttocks, you slimy reptile.
You're trying to steal the blueprints for my inventions!
Your inventions are so bad, they've never lasted more than a day.
And what are they for?
That repository thingy?
Shame on you, Buttocks.
P.S: If this was delivered to the wrong address because I miscalculated your age, and you have it President Spheros, give it to Dr. Buttocks. Sorry, Sir C."
By then, President Spheros was almost dying of laughter at Sir C's crappy poetry skills.