Winter: Oh my moons, I have entered crazyville.

*a dragon stood before him, with thick armoured scales, and glowing stripes*

Radon: Greetings, my name is Radon.

Winter: I'm getting a bit tired asking this same question: but, what the fuck are you?

Radon: I am an ArmorWing. My tribe is especially known for our high heat tolerance, glow scales, and--

Radon: Why is this dragon poking me with a stick?

Kinkajou: *poke poke*

Winter: Oh, she has a rare mental condition: called gremlin disorder.

Radon: That's sounds serious.

Winter: It is, I don't know how long the poor thing's gonna last--

*Kinkajou throws stick at him*

Winter: Ow! How dare you, gremlin!?

Kinkajou: I'm not a gremlin, you igloo fuck!

Kinkajou: Also, it's really nice to meet you, Radon. Sorry for poking you, what were you gonna say?

Radon: I was gonna say that my tribe has venom.

Kinkajou: Oh! Mine too!

Radon: So, you also inject it into your prey?

Kinkajou: Inject? No, we shoot it from our fangs, and it corrodes stuff.

Radon: Yeah, that doesn't sound right...

Kinkajou: Wut?

Radon: Venom is supposed to injected into the bloodstream. Poison is digested. And as for your weaponry, that is acid spitting from your fangs, not venom.

Kinkajou: ...Oh

Radon: Are you okay?

Kinkajou: Oh yeah, I'm just gonna...

*sits in the corner, to rethink life*

Radon: ...

Winter: Hey! Didn't you also say you invulnerable to heat?

Radon: Yes.

Winter: Well, better not let Peril see you.

Radon: Who's Peril--

*Peril jumps from the ceiling*

Peril: DID I HEAR HEAT RESISTED SCALES!?

Radon: WHAT THE--