[ WP ] You were born with a large birthmark in the shape of a dragon . However , this is just a coincidence ; there is absolutely nothing magical about it , and you 're getting really tired of explaining this .

`` I've heard you bear the mark of the dragon.'' 
 
 Not again, he groaned. `` It's just a plain old birthmark, it can be any goddamn shape it wants to be. Have you thought about how stupid that sounds, if it was a round would I bear the mark of an apple?'' 
 
 `` Apples are n't round.'' 
 
 `` That's not the point. It just looks like a dragon, it does n't mean a thing!'' 
 
 `` Why am i here then?'' the dragon asked. 
 
 `` How the hell should I know? You are n't real. Go away.'' 
 
 `` That was uncalled for. You know, you can be a real dick sometimes.'' 
 
 The man slammed his hands onto the table. `` I'm not going to have this conversation with you. Go bother someone else.'' 
 
 The dragon's tongue snaked out and flicked its nostrils, showing row after row of razor sharp teeth. `` You know, the only reason I have n't eaten you yet, is because you bear the mark. The moment you convince me you do n't will be your last.'' 
 
 `` Well I wo n't then.'' 
 
 `` Wo n't what?'' 
 
 `` Convince you.'' 
 
 `` So you admit you bear the mark?'' The dragon snorted. 
 
 `` Nope.'' 
 
 `` At least let me see it.'' 
 
 The man was shocked. `` Here? In front of everyone?'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` If you insist.'' He pulled down his pants, revealing his tiny member with a scrunched up birthmark on it. Becoming noticeably aroused, he finished the last of his mead wondering whether or not this was a case of alcohol turning twos into tens. 
 
 By now the bartender was hurrying over. Visibly upset, the bartender pulled the man to his feet. `` Listen. It's time for you to go. You're going to pull up your pants, take your things, and walk out the door. Can you do that?'' 
 
 He laughed `` Dint dont be stooped mate, ef... ah- of curse I kin walk frew a door be myself.'' 
 
 The bartender noticed his penis for the first time and was shocked, not by its size, but what was on it, `` Is that, is that the mark of a dragon on your penis?'' 
 
 `` Goddamn it, you moorins! Ai'm going. Sod of.'' 
 
 The man grabbed his coat and staggered out of the bar. The dragon watched with amusement while he finished chewing on the bartender. He looked back at the dragon, then at what was left of the rubble of his favourite bar. 
 
 He had the common sense to pull up his pants before asking the dragon, `` So, your place or mine?'' 
 
 

