The dragon eyed the damsel suspiciously.

The dragon eyed the damsel suspiciously. This did not look like any typical damsel in distress. In fact, with armor, sword, and shield, she looked very "un-distressed".

The large hands and adams apple where the final straw in the dragon's mind, and he decided to look elsewhere to satisfy his need for distressed damsels. So he flew to a bar on 57th

planet from the red sun. What he found there disgusted him. The bar in that sector had been totally

taken over by bounty hunters and surly smugglers. The band was playing a Tatooine rag offkey. He slid to the bar, "Where can I get a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster?" A hush filled

the Cantina. Noone had dared order that drink since Borvo the Hutt spontaneously combusted, not that anyone missed him. The Bartender asked "shaken or stirred?" and the Bar cleared

out instantly. "Combobulated" I replied. The bartender frowned and cocked his head. I was SO thirsty. Sighing, I said "Just pour everything into that ice bucket, then rotate

180 degrees, so I can hide my shame." When the bartender turned around, I broke a bottle over his head and locked the doors. But I didn't realize that someone was in the bar's bath

room and approaching me with a wolffish grin."Excuse me please," I said in a strained voice,"could I elope with you or at least borrow a fiver for a taxi? The grin got wider and

I noticed the wolf was the victim of bad dental work. I offered my business card and quickly examined a poorly repaired cap. It was cost a pretty penny to get all the

dental work done. When it was over, he looked in the mirror & then directly at me, his eyes gleaming. "Why thank you Little Red Riding Hood, the better to eat you with!" GRANDMA!!!