[ WP ] The dragons have returned . But they 're really just a nuisance .

`` GET OFF MY FUCKING MUFFIN!'' Cried James as he swung a backhanded slap at the tiny flying creature that was nipping at his starbucks. His hand connected with its tiny scaled body, and it landed in a crumpled heap in some litter before shaking its head and flying into the distance. James had always thought dragons to be powerful creatures that inspired awe in him. Until they fucking arrived. Three years ago'the rift' opened above the carribean and thousands of the tiny little bastards flew out. Nasa was stumped, the CIA could n't control them and doomsday sayers had a field day. Earth thought it was on the verge of a great war, or a revolution in the way we lived our very lives. What they actually got were millions of muffin loving pigeons with scales, that then began to harass people for their baked goods. Some people tried to tame them as pets, however that only ended with a well fed Dragon terrorising the streets, and a really pissed off trainer that's just been mugged for their biscuits. 
 James glanced over at a man on the other side of the road with swarms of dragons flapping round him, desperate to get a bite of his pasty. He sighed to himself and turned back to his plate. 
 
 The bastards had taken his fucking muffin.
