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laugh at its small wings
You laugh at trogdor's pitiful wingspan. you laugh and you guffaw and you generally make a fool of yourself. The dragon, Trogdor, approaches and in a raspingly twee voice, asks "Why are you torturing me?" You point out that a REAL dragon has kickarse wings, doesn't have a stupid arm hanging from its neck and isn't so overweight it needs a stannah stairlift to get to its lair (which, quite frankly is in dire need of a makeover) Trogdor considers this, and deciding that debate is below you, merely whomps out into earth orbit with its flaccid arm. You can see your House from here!
GAME OVER