Hello person reading this! I am back now! Sorry for the kinda-long wait. My friend, who I will refer to as Piggy, (Piggy's going to kill me for that) bribed me with her book to write a fan fiction about another friend, who I will refer to as Old Lady (I'm not sure she'll even care) getting shipped with her phone. Which is really weird but makes sense because Old Lady brings it EVERYWHERE. I am not exaggerating. She's addicted to it or something.
Okay, done talking, time for the chapter!
Scrap Creak Creak,
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Scrap grind,
Hiss creak grind
Translation:
Dear Mortals,
I am a metal dragon, and therefore have no interest in this 'Calypso' woman. I function to help run the Argo ||, and help Leo with whatever he needs. I was not built to charm people. On the other hand, I'm quite capable of making cheeseburgers, setting people on fire, and occasionally making little girls cry, though why they do I have no idea. By the way, do you want fries with that?
Sincerely,
Festus