} Damn. I was dreading the day when somebody would ask me this one . . .
} oh, well. Hmmmpphhh -
} Yes, dreary mortal - How may I . . . ah, yes. The old dragon business.
} Well, dear, to be perfectly honest, the Oracle is not too fond of this
} one. Counting the teeth on a dragon generally involves getting a little
} too close to the business end of one of those hyperhalitotic beasties.
} Had I not designed them that way on a dare offered at one of Lisa's
} more higvoltage parties in the first place, they would have come out
} about ten inches high and covered in soft downy fur - with NO teeth.
} At all. But then Zeus was hammered and I my Oracular self was also
} three sheets to the wind as they say, so I was ready to take him up on
} anything. He had been boasting, you see, about the job he did on the
} Kraken. A mile high, horns and scales all over the place, and teeth
} and claws like scimitars. Quite a job. Anyway, so he says to me, he
} says, "Hey, Oracle! Aren't you the loser who came up with those fuzzy
} little footballs you called - what was it - kittens?" And so then I go,
} "Yeah, so what's it to you?" And so then HE goes like, "Well, I'll
} just BET you can't come up with anything near my Kraken, pal. You
} couldn't design a good fright if your life depended on it."
} Well, after hearing that, I couldn't very well just LIE BACK AND TAKE
} IT, you know? So I scaled up the dragon a bit, added in some
} flamethrowing reminiscent of Zeus's breath after he let fly at that
} party . . . I guess I shouldn't talk about that, though.
} Anyhow, I forgot how many teeth I put in and I'm tired and can't find
} my asbestos suit so I don't feel like looking. I do have a tip for
} you, though. Since I designed them to take after the Krakens, just find
} one of them and count the teeth! I'm sure it's the same for the
} Glad to be of help.
} You owe the Oracle a new asbestos suit - wash and wear, preferably.