Nobody needs to poke Space Dragons. I feel like not poking Space Dragons qualifies as the best kind of life advice really. And it's..Hawke, Goddess of the dogs? I'm guessing the title's not a figurative one?
Maybe we can wish really hard there aren't? Think it'll work.
Whoa. Hey now. Kid? Come on. I mean. Flattering -- nobody's in a rush to grow up -- as long as it doesn't turn into a Peter Pan and the Lost Boys thing -- being able to try wine someday would be nice -- but uh. There's lots of other ships and -- Holy Sky Captain -- Aliens. Legit. Aliens.