Vernon held onto Lance holding onto Dragonite as they flew gently through the sky. The air felt cool and breezy. They passed over emerald-green valleys and under quartz-white clouds. Above, the brilliant sun warmed their backs with a gentle summer warmth. Suddenly, a question came to Vernon's mind.
"Hey, Lance?"
"What?"
"If Dragonite is flying, and suddenly it has to take a shit, what happens?"
"Then the shit drops from the sky, and splatters over the heads of everyone below who happens to be walking by."
"Oh… Okay."
"Dragonite," said Dragonite.
And, ever so gently, they continued their ascent into the blue.