You barely understood what Ming said,so befogged is your dragon brain.
All you remember is that you thought you'd finished ashing this annoying speck of a mammal.Since ashing didn't work,maybe bashing
him will work.
You get your mightly tail ready and prepare to slug Ming into orbit.
Ming is holding the two bottles of Dragocola in his hands at
about chest level,wondering what to do with them.
Then your tail comes smashing in and the bottles shatter as their
contents soak all over Ming and a goodly amount gets in his hair and
down his throat.
As he goes flying through the air about ten miles you promptly
forget about him and proceed to trash the city.
Well the ten minute flight takes a few minutes and people underfoot
can hear the screams and hear the crackle of popping bones,the
stretching of flesh and the " thumpa thumpa thumpa " as Mings
body and mind is rearranged into that of a dragon.
About ten miles out of the bity city lies the little hamlet of
Dullville,and this sunny day the mayor has got everyone assembled
beside the old millpond.
He's giving his speech about how the big city keeps raising taxes
and nosing small places like Dullville away from the public trough.
People in Dullville are fed up and aren't taking it anymore.
At about the same time that the half formed thing that used to be
Ming the Merciless is streaking towards Dullvilles millpond Clitus
the voice has been trying to get in contact with some urgent news.
It seems that the bottles of Dragocola that ended up at Mings
hotdog cart were a special diplomatic gift from the King and Queen
of the Dragons,and were supposedly the essense of their race,or from
a highly experimental dragon making program that had been
cancelled because the strain was too powerful and dangerous.
Clitus wanted Ming to not so much as take a wiff of the fumes
comming from those bottles.Amongst other things,it could cause Ming
to turn Mina.
Naturally Clitus was too late.
The mayor and the citizens of Dullville had all gone for a fund
raising swim in the old millpond just before Mina the Merciless
plunged into the center of the pond.
Almost immediately the water turned black and oilly as whatever
Dragocola and bodily fluids Mina now produced naturally polluted the
old mill pond.
In between trying to escape,rubbing at the scales suddenly sprouting
on their skin the Dullville citizens watched as huge bubbles burst
forth from the center of the pond.
They could hear the deep rumbling sounds,and finally it sounded like
the manhole cover to hell was slowly turning.
As they watched an immense reptillian head fifty feet long with
blazing amber slitted eyes rose above the surface of the water.
She had teeth shaped like razor sharp daggers,each one as tall and
craggy as a Okie farmhand,
Big puffs of steam and smoke rose out of her nostrils.
Mina,the former Ming the Merciless,was in Dullsville.