"I mean, sure I heard fairy tales, but they're real? They're giant fire breathing lizards! That can't be real."
Terry's eyes scan up and down the hall.
"So his head would scrape the cielin' right about now?" says Terry in awe.
"Well, I got some "ethereal potential", or something. And apparently that's better spent here than washing pigs.
And everyone needs friends. Or you die old and alone, that's what my grandma said. Funny coincedence, she drank life a fish, predicted how she'd go...
Thanks for the help, lady."