“We are death,” the first of the three dragon heads said.
“And destruction,” said the second.
I turned to the third.
“And we like cookies!” It said with a grin. “Have you brought us any?”
I held up a basket filled with all sorts of snacks.
The first head spoke. “You shall be spared.”
“For now,” the second added.
“See you tomorrow!” Chirped the third as clawed hands snatched the basket away from me.