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[ The man simply holds the creature away from his face, setting the box of baking soda aside so that his other hand can wrap around the intruder's tail. ]
A dragon, you say?
A rather disappointing representation of legend, I'm afraid.
[ But he's trying to stretch Mushu's form taut, trying to estimate the length of the struggling creature. ]
You've lost me some time, you know. It took more than an hour to make that chemical you so carelessly knocked onto the floor.