"Well, Ditan could use some company. WAtch over her, OK?" I said to him. He grabbed his spear from behind the couch and just nodded with my demands. "Don't kill eachother while were gone.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Oh god, and I thought Ditan's gas smelled bad." He said as he did his best to cover his nose.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Ryan finally gets some room as he is squeezed into the large intestine, half covered in dragon feces. Won't be long now.