The rifle demon's slurp annoyed the holy dragon and he asks him "Do you have to do that...?" The dark blue creature laughs histerically and then replies "Yeah! I'm a demon so I don't need to have manners. Duh!" The t-rex got vexed by that comment and slaps the riffled creature on the head with his tail and says "Jeez, you two don't know when to stop arguing over the most ridiculous of thins." Zearo watched curiosly as he friends were all finished with their drinking and went seprate ways to find their own resting spots. Zecel was sleeping peactully in his shell.