"Squa-" CRUNCH
"Did you hear that?"
"Huh. Chocobo's ankle must have popped."
"Wait, what?"
"Well, It normally flies, so. . ."
"Huh?"
"Well, it drank the orange potion, and it suddenly learned how to fly-"
"What? It can fly? What was in the orange potion?"
"Yellow potion and a bit of this and a bit of that. . ."
"Yellow potion?"
"Yeah, it was this potion I made and tested on some dodo birds."
"Wait, dodo birds?"
"Sure, dodo birds."
"So dodo birds aren't extinct?"
"I dunno, they disappeared a bit after I tested the yellow potion on them."
"Whoa- so maybe they learned to fly?"
"No- it was the orange potion that made my chocobo fly. Not the yellow one."
"So how did the yellow potion turn orange?"
"SQUA-" CRUNCHCRUNCH
"Wha-"
"Chocobo's ankle- and I guess something red got into it when the shelf fell over."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, the shelf tipped and a bunch of stuff got into the potion, turning the yellow potion orange."
"How did the shelf fall over?!"
"I don't know, something must have hit it."
"Maybe it was dodos-"
"No, the dodos disappeared after the yellow potion was finished, but before the shelf got tipped and some of the ingrediants fell into the cauldren, turning it orange."
"So how did the shelf get tipped?"
"I don't know, something must have it it."
"Perhaps an earthquake?"
"Impossible. The tree I live in has never been shaken by an earthquake for as long as I've lived there."
"You live in a tree."
"Yeah. So?"
"But you're a dwarf."
"So? You're an elf and you lived in a cave for a while."
"Okay, okay, so maybe your chocobo bumped into it-"
"Again, impossible. My chocobo lived at the base of my tree then."
"So? Can't it fly-"
"That was after I used the orange potion on it, remember? The yellow potion became the orange potion when the shelf got hit and dumped some random ingrediants into the cauldren, turning the yellow potion orange."
"Wait, wait-"
"SCRAW-" CrunchCrunchCrunch
"What in the name of the Great Tree was that!?"
"Like I said, it must've been the chocobo's ankles."
"Chocobo's ankles don't sound like that when they pop!"
"How would you know?"
"Because chocobo's ankles don't pop!"
"Well a flying chocobo's do."
"Why the hell would a chocobo fly-"
"Remember? I used the orange option."
"What!?"
"Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying at all?"
"Oh Great Mother of- Fine. FINE. Oh- are those dwarven bones up ahead?"
"Huh. It would appear so."
"What would dwarves be doing on the top of a mountain like this so near a dragon's lair?"
"Well, I'm a dwarf."
"Your point?"
"I live in a tree."
"Why in Goddess' name would you live in a tree?"
"I didn't tell you that already?"
"No. You didn't."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I have Terraphobia."
"What the heck is that?"
"The fear of the ground."
"But you're a dwarf. Dwarves live in the ground usually, don't they?"
"Well sure, they do. I'm just not a normal dwarf."
"I noticed. Is that why you ride a chocobo everywhere?"
"Yeah."
"A chocobo that can fly."
"Mhmm."
". . . Okay, whatever. Let me know when you see the stupid dragon."
"Okie-doke. Will do."
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