Umm... I would like one order of DEATH! *Pulls out massive knife and starts randomly swinging it around*

*crawls from the crarer created by his impact*

You won't kill me that easy.....

* Dies* 

*Disovles* 

Three dragons? I hope you remembered me in that count! *saves orphans and sets them down gently* I may be a hulking vampire dragon but that doesn't mean I don't have a soft spot for orphans. Meanwhile, Dur has a lot of party dragon blood I can't wait to get my fangs on. [Hin sos los dii!] *follows Ouranos at breakneck speed, chanting the song of the dragonborn*.

Banned for having a word that appears in my name in your name!

*sitcom music plays accompanied by laugh reel*

What crazy adventures will the Vul brothers get into next?! *LAUGHTER! LAUGHTER! Nothing but the sound of laughter! LAUGHTER! LAUGHTER! *Laughing at your cries*

Ignoring the Metallica fan bus that just drove by, what else can I get y'all on this fiiine evenin'?

Banned for making fun of us! And for playing this horrible sitcom music...

*bursts into the room* HAH! I found you, party dragon! Prepare yourself for... My party gun!*Pulls out a gun covered in streamers, balloons, and confetti*

Hey, I payed thirty bucks for that mix tape and boom box! *Cluckin' Bell collapses, all the "chicken" rushes out of the back of the building as out of nowhere a needle sinks into Dur's neck... And so the Party Dragon transforms into the monstrosity known as... 

Randy Starfox McGhoul ShadowStar Cuddlesworth Savage the Third!!!

What the heck?

*in a groggy, bloated, squeaky voice* LOOK WHAT YOUR "PARTY" GUN HAS DONE TO MEEEEEE!!!

I'M A F%#$ING ABOMINATION!!!

MY FACE IS PART DEATHCLAW, PART RANDY SAVAGE, STARFOX... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM!!!

BANNED FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE PRODUCT OF A TWELVE YEAR OLD MODDER AND A CRAPPY CREATION KIT!!!

Banned for writing weird things with capslock!

I'M NOT USING CAPSLOCK!!!

*poof*

Okay, just needed to release the helium from all those balloons inside me, must've reacted with whatever was in that dart... *faceplants, asleep, snout bends and trembles with groggy snores*

Well, the hunt's over. Now what?

*snort*

Sweet Rolls... Bon bons... *dramatic choking* 

Can someone pass the whiskey?