Dragon Rule- Journey to the first dragon.

"I can use it..."

"What for, though, that is the question!" Zorvan says, managing to sound all philosophical.

Stonepaw uses his hand to pat him on the head, smiling sweetly. "You'll see. Anyone got any vinegar?"

"Ooh, now this sounds interesting!" Zorvan says, pulling out a variaty of things from his cloak, most of them succubi, and another elephant, and finally vinegar! "Here you go!"

Stonepaw plops the hand in vinegar, sealing it with a lid, locking it airtight. "Now. We wait!"

"Are you... pickling my hand? "

"How else will I preserve it?"

"That's... AWESOME! I must copy it!" He goes to the other body of Zorvan laying there, and cuts of a hand, putting it in a pickle jar, and pouring in vinegar, all from the cloak.

"Of course, you have to be careful not to jar it to much..."

"Hmm... Where'd I put that stuff?" Zorvan says, literally climbing into his cloak.

Stonepaw picks up the cloak, ties it up, and sits on it.

The cloak stubbornly resists all attempts to be tied and sat upon!

Stonepaw chews on it, still hungry.

The universe splits three times, and fills in all gaps, the cloak blown away from Stonepaw's mouth.

((Yeah, chewing on something that is basically the highest form of bag of holding is a bad idea! XD!))

Stonepaw looks for more food, still ravenously hungry.

Zorvan comes out with pillows, and cotton candy, which he hands to Stonepaw, and wraps the pillows around the jar.

Stone paw pulls out wads of fur, tucked between his body and his sword, and wraps them around his jar.

"Try the pink stuff, it's delicious!"

Stonepaw eats it whole, not bothering to chew in his hunger.

"I've got more in the cloak, just apologize for trying to eat it and it should let you in." Zorvan says, pointing to the cloak which he had taken off to go inside.

Stonepaw just points his sword at the cloak, his eyes turning red.

The cloak adopts a challenging posture. "I wouldn't fight it, if I were you. It's like a sentient bag of holding, only more dangerous and better."

The badger growls, hefting his sword, eyes fully glowing red.

The cloak growls, and opens wider to reveal an assortment of pointy weaponry!

((This. Is. Ridiculous! XDDD!))

Stonepaw cracks his neck, grinning and showing his massive fangs.