The Dragon.
The Princess.
The Faun.
"Hello, little faun."
"Come with me."
"Have no fears, little one."
"Trust me."
"Greetings, Princess."
"Hello, Dragon."
"You know you want to come with me."
"Absolutely not."
"You WILL come with me!"
"I will be your friend."
"I sense something creepy."
"There'd better not be a dragon behind me."
"Nah, there's nothing behind me."
"Oh, crap, a dragon!"
"Get away!"
Claiming the gals.
"Come, little faun. Be mine."
"Oh, no! Not the faun!"
They are both enthralled.
Dragon: "Be mine, Princess."
Princess: "I will."
Faun: "I no longer trust her."
"Love me, Dragon."
The dragon wants them both, but the faun isn't having it.
There is no escape.
The princess has been completely wooed.
"We should run!"
"Come on, little faun. The dragon won't hurt you!"
"Everything is going to be alright!"
"We believe in the power of friendship!"
"I am content."
"Not for long!"
"You're both going to be mine!"
"Well, I'm free now."
"Oh, no!"
"I will STAY free."
"Not if I have something to say about it!"
"If I can't have you, I"ll take you down!"
"Die, faun!"
"Say goodnight."
"I am victorious."
Conquering the corpse.
"You cannot stop me now."
"Bow down to me, Princess."
"I'll be taking that."
"Mine now."
"Ha ha, my shiny new toy."
"Yes."
"And you're mine, too."
"Oh, I've forgotten about the faun corpse."
"But you are still mine."
"What's this?"
"Oh, no!"
"My dear friend is gone."
"Stop crying over that fool."
"You are mine, and she is gone."
"Away with you."
"Looks like no one will be needing this anymore."
Dead faun's tell no tales.
Long live the queen.
