You sit and look around, not knowing what to do. Your eyes carouse the stones and treasure the beast has accumulated and sigh. What was the point of it bringing you here if it wasn't going to eat you? And such audacity! Well this dragon certainly wasn't going to treat YOU like some little pet! The longer you sat there looking at the sleeping dragon, the more furious you became.
After about a half an hour of this mostly self-induced torture, you'd had all you were going to take. If you had to be here, then this thing was certainly not going to sleep! It said it'd give answers, and you're tired of waiting.
Without any warning, you jump to your feet and walk up to its head, which you have to look up to see past its jaw, you scream at the top of your adolescent lungs. The shrill scream you are certain would definitely wake the dead from their eternal slumber, you hope it will work on something that probably would be too stubborn to die.
Just about the time you've exhausted yourself screaming as loud as you could, for as long as your lungs would let you, after five minutes, you have a headache and can barely stand, from all of the exertion. But, your efforts are rewarded, as the green monstrosity opens it's freaky phosphorescent eyes and looks at you.
When it raises its head and looks at you, it dawns on you that it doesn't appear to be very happy. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?
You gulp, feeling like a mouse in a trap. Now what?