Forbic has got to be one of the happiest dragons, or anything for that matter, to slide down my throat and await becoming a layer of belly fat on my midsection. Like it's an honor, a privledge. Something everyone should hope for.

If everyone thought that way, I'd be the laziest predator ever, all I gotta do is yawn and wait.

But I have chosen Forbic, it seems, in this omnomnom picture.