...as Feeka went on and on...on of how much girls love him. He complains that they were always ripping up his only most ‘beautiful’ clothing. I shiver at times, but not as much as I twitch with his unstop mouth talking for hours and hours. Leaving behind the evil thoughts to destroy him or doing little tricks like shoving food down his mouth to prevent myself to straggling him. Everything went silence, as I look behind me to see if Feeka was 'amazingly' quite down. He look like he was looking for something. ‘Maybe he finally lost his voice box’ I thought. Feeka took out his arrow and shoot at the bush as a green dragon came out of it and stared down at us. “Um….Feeka, if you were that bored, why didn’t you say so…” I told him.