"Candy candy CANDY!"

"For the last time, I DON'T HAVE ANY!"

"Awww, but I neeeeeed candy. Aaaand... pancakes!"

The man was at his wit's end. This dragon (and he used the term loosely, it looked more like some kind of winged, glowing, green and black deer to him) had been standing in front of his door for hours now, shouting of it's need for candy. He buried his face in his hands, hoping the beast would just disappear. "Please, just... go away. I don't have what you're asking for."

"But I smell bacon!"

"...what?"

The lime green monstrosity peered around him. "I smell bacon!" "What does that have to do with candy?" The dragon rolled it's eyes, "My favorite flavor is bacon, duh." it replied, as if this was an obvious fact. "Now give me candy!"

"Bac... can... wuh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!" The man grabbed his hair and started pulling it out in fistfuls. "BACON! CANDY! AAAHHHH!" He ran out the door and down the street as passer-by stopped and stared, repeating "BACON! CANDY! AAAHHHH!" as he went, his frantic bond chasing after him. "Aww, why you gotta go crazy mister man?" the dragon pouted.

Demakase continued on his way through the station, humming a repetitive tune and not noticing as the people and dragons who had witnessed the mental break of the unfortunate victim of his attentions were giving him a wide berth as he passed. He gradually made his way out of the residential area, leaving little evidences of his passing in his wake which included a now-disabled hover-palette that Dema' thought looked tasty (a large chunk of the generator was now missing, and Dema' had developed a curious, blue-tinged belch), and several confused and disheveled children who he had chased several blocks screaming, "DOOM DOOM DOOM!"

Now he had entered a small commercial district, the streets were lined with many bright and shiny window displays. A little girl stood in front of a shop window that advertised hovering Frisbee's that flashed different colors when thrown. "Ooooh!" he breathed and ran up to press his face against the glass, eyes following the disc's as they zoomed back and forth in the display.

"Excuse me, mister?" There was an audible squeak as the panda-marked green turned his head without withdrawing from the window to look at the little girl. "Um, I'm sorry, but I can't see because your breath is foggin' up the glass so much... Mister?" Demakase did not show any indication that he had heard the little girl, instead he was staring at the cat she had her arms clamped tightly around.

It was pure white and poofy, with a long tail and huge, bottle green eyes. It mewed softly and stared back at Demakase unblinkingly. Several seconds ticked by as dragon and feline stood locked by their gazes. "Mister?" the girl tried again, more quietly. Demakase took a great breath, so deep it seemed to take an entire minute to fill his lungs.

"KITTY!" he shrieked, snatching the cat from it's owner's arms in an instant. "Hey, what are you doing!?" the girl squealed, grasping for her cat. "Kittykittykitty...!" he continued, squeezing the animal in his arms as it howled and thrashed, eyes bugging out. "Ngh kitty!" Dema' was gripping the cat so hard that he grunted with the effort. All the while, the girl was wailing and shouting for him to give her cat back.

Suddenly, with a loud thwang and the sound of crunching metal, the cat's head popped off and hung by it's connecting wires, and smoke began to stream from it's open neck. Demakase dropped the cyberbot to the ground and looked sad. "Aww, kitty broke!"

"NOOO, Mr. Flufflebottom! WAAAAHHH!" the girl began to sob over the wreckage of her cybercat, which had begun to pop and sizzle ominously. "Poor kitty." Dema' said, shaking his head solemnly. As the little girl's wails became louder, Dema' began to scream along with her, although with a smile on his face. He reached a harmony with her and pressed one hoof to his chest while extending the other in front of him in a theatrical pose.

All of the noise had drawn quite the crowd, including one that was often drawn to the pain of others like a moth to a flame. Inabikari stood over the heads of the human onlookers, smiling merrily at the sounds of sadness. That is, until he noticed a certain green thorn in his backside. The black catdragon pressed his way through the crowd, heedless of who he sent flying and approached the still-shrieking dragon.

"Ah, Demakase. Been a while." he said smoothly. Dema' stopped screaming and stared at Ina'. "Who're you? Do you have pancakes?" "I'm... Inabikari. Don't you remember, I'm the one that brought you here?" Having witnessed Demakase's special ability to cause havoc, Inabikari had convinced the innocent dragon to come with him to Star City, where his technological dissaptitude could be unleashed to it's fullest extent. When he had fathered a clutch not too long ago, Ina' had lost track of the green in caring for his new son and hadn't spared him a thought. Until now, that is.

"Do you have pancakes?" Dema' repeated, looking hopefully up at the sneering catdragon. "Ah, no, not on me. But, I would be glad to provide you with some were you to do me but a small favor." "Yaay, pancakes!" Dema' danced happily and followed Ina' as he walked away from the sobbing child, which had finally been claimed by a parent, who had unfortunately missed the incident and couldn't decipher the child's shuddering speech and whimpers.

Ina' led Demakase to the hatching bays and paused outside the entrance. "Pancakes pancakes!" the green hummed, dancing on the spot. "Now listen closely Demakase, here's what I need you to do for me. In there is a clutch of my grandchildren. My own grandchildren! I'd love dearly to be able to bring one of them home, but I have Onaniza to care for, and he needs most of my attention at the moment. You can understand that they would be reluctant to place a kit into my care if Onaniza could... endanger it."

Inabikari was speaking of his son, who was essentially mute of vocal and telepathic capabilities, and had suffered mentally from it. He had become a bit of a handful because of his explosive anger. Dema' was watching, wide-eyed and open mouthed. A bit of drool dangled from his open mouth. Ina' growled. "DEMAKASE." "AAAHHH WAAAAAANT PANCAKES!" Demakase began to run in circles around the larger catdragon. "Demakase... Demakase! DEMAKASE! Alright, alright! See that room there? With all of the squishy stuff on the floor? That squishy stuff is made of pancakes. Go get some, it's free!"

"PAAAANCAAKES!" Dema' ran into the bay and attacked the nearest patch of the mossy coating on the floor. Inabikari grinned as his son Axunawen, the father of the clutch, howled at the offending green and attempted to pry him off of the ground. Ina' chuckled deeply, and went to put Demakase's name down as a familial sponsor for the clutch.