The lifeless white ashes begin to swirl around the sandbox as if blown by an unseen wind, and rise into a pillar. An evil voice laughs, "Mwahahahahahahaha! Foolish mortal, did you really think you could defeat Ming the Merciless that easily!"
The hot dog vendor is reformed, but he seems taller and thinner. He is definitely greener. He speakers into a gold plated compact, "Clitus, I do so enjoy toying with a world before I destroy it. However, you know my aversion to dragons, and I know the drinks I had originally selected included a Lionman, a Minotaur, a Basilisk, a Griffin, and even a Lamia, but I made certain there were no dragons. Now I see that there were at least two bottles of dragon dna on my cart. How do you think that happened, Clitus?"
A metallic voice answers, "I shall investigate immediately your Imperiousness. I know that your cart was shipped from Mongo City via Arboria to Earth, Princess Aura personally supervised the loading on Mongo, and I presume Prince Baron oversaw the shipment when it was on Arboria."
"And where were you, Clitus?" Ming asks suspiciously.
"Why, I was monitoring them of course," Clitus answers innocently.
"Now, what should we do about the dragon, Clitus? You know my ring has no power over those creatures!"
"Well, I suppose you could abandon the Earth. Return to Mongo, and watch the destruction that the dragon wreaks from a safe distance on your spatial viewer, and hope the dragon does follow you to Mongo City," suggests helpful Clitus.
"You mean let the dragon grow bigger and stronger, and wait until he hunts me down? Clitus you don't know me very well. Perhaps if I get somebody to drink a mixture of these concoctions, I can produce a monster able to defeat the dragon, and still be subservient to the power of my ring."
"Clitus, report back to me in 2 hours, the results of your investigation. I have some monsters to make."
Ming hears someone coming down the path and raises his glowing ring to greet and entrance them.