Could you ask your dragon to stop making so much noise? I'm trying to count the grains of sand on this beach ... okay, fifteen million, five hundred thousand, three hundred and ... and ... Tarnation! I've lost count. One, two, three ...
Hey ... ah ... King Kong insists that he's going to throw you into the white-hot lava lake of this active volcano, because the gods must be placated: the upside is he guarantees your brave, willing sacrifice will mean no more eruptions for at least ten years.