"Uhh, Sheeby! Could you slow down a little?! And the river is behind us, not in the sky!"
Sheeby ignored all of Jacob's commands and continued flying towards the head of the corpse.
"Jacob, get a hold of your dragon!"
Slimo was gagging feeling Jacob's stench be pressed into his face from the wind.
"I'm trying to but she doesn't really listen to me that often."
"Then why the hell are you the one piloting her?!"
"I'll have you know I am technically her father, so watch your mouth! If anyone is piloting my daughter, it's going to be me!"
"You could not have worded that any weirder!"
