Zillarules: >nibbles on a bus idly<
BigGreenRoo: That bus looks familiar.
Zillarules: >holds up the UTA bus< Hmm? This one?
BigGreenRoo: Yep.
Zillarules: >shakeshakes out the last survivors into his maw, gulp.< How so?
BigGreenRoo: *shrugs* it just does.
Zillarules: >probes the inside with his tongue, ferreting out a clinging survivor< Well, I've seen them going everywhere lately. Had some come back from D.C. with a load of tourists.
BigGreenRoo: That's probably it!
Zillarules: Ya might have smooshed one from SF somewhere along the line >urp<
Zillarules: >Tosses the half-bus over to ya< catch.
BigGreenRoo: *catches it and sniffs* Ick. Dragon drool.
Zillarules: >chuckles a bit< You prefer a fresh one? Here... >scoops up another Olympic Tourist packed bus and lobs it over< Fresh off the highway.
BigGreenRoo: *sits down and opens the hatch, dumping a pile of squirming fans in his lap* Feels nice.
Zillarules: >smirks faintly< See if you can guess where they're from...
Zillarules: I can usually tell by the flavor.
BigGreenRoo: *tosses a few airborne* You tell. I'm not hungry.
Zillarules: >picks out one or two, snapping them mid-air< Hmm... From New York area... and that one was from Spain, if I'm not mistaken...
Zillarules: >glances at the couple dozen still trapped in your lap< Whatcha gonna do with 'em?
BigGreenRoo: *keeps lobbing 'em at you* Target practice?
Zillarules: >gets maybe two out of three, maybe four out of five< I could never turn down a snack... >munchmunch<
Zillarules: >swallows this mouthful< Let's try some harder target practice. I'll stay still.
BigGreenRoo: *bounces a few off your chest* 
Zillarules: >tailwags a bit< A bit higher, now...
BigGreenRoo: *lobs a few with a high arch*
Zillarules: >listens to the thin wailing< I'm hungry, now... You can do it >ahhhhh<
BigGreenRoo: *quickly hops up to you and jams a pawful of people in your mouth, filling your cheeks* SLAM DUNK!
Zillarules: >Mruffts! As he didn't quite expect that. He takes a step back, smashing an overpass. He blinks a couple times, then begins trying to swallow the muffled mouthful. It takes a few gulps.< Well... That works. >urp<
BigGreenRoo: Yep...and looks like you enjoyed it, too.
Zillarules: >notices that his tail has pretty much scattered traffic for blocks< Hmm. You're right.
Zillarules: >licks his maw clean, getting a few bits and pieces< Might even have to lay down for a while. Hehee.
BigGreenRoo: *grins evilly...and then POUNCES you into the ground, slamming your back into a cloverleaf. He sits on your belly, and starts grabbing random vehicles, dumping the squirming contents over your chest.
Zillarules: >has only enough time to blink? Then he catches incoming green blur. He oofs as he hits the cloverleaf, turning the traffic jam into metal and concrete pudding. He gets his bearings in time to suddenly have all sorts of treats being placed on his chest...< Uwaa...What's the big id...hmmm...those look nice...
BigGreenRoo: *casually sits on your belly, his tail swishing back and forth in the rubble....he piles dozens upon dozens of tiny people on your chest, squirming all over you. He shovels up a pawful and forces the handful of people into your mouth, bulging your cheeks*
Zillarules: >begins scooping up clawfuls of the roo's gifts. He doesn't mind being used as a Couch, since he's had that happen before.< Well, I guess a snack can be made into a mea>mffrts as the roo helps him gather some up, He grins a bit evilly himself and crunches up the mouthful. He opens wide after swallowing loudly.< Ahhh...
BigGreenRoo: *just rolls another pawful off his fingertips, letting the little people fall onto your tongue and tumble into your mouth...he just sits there, settling his big furry rump on your belly*
Zillarules: >curls his tail around yours a bit, helping it wag a swath of destruction. He just smiles like a happy dragon as he feels the sodden people struggle on his tongue for a moment, then he closes his maw and crushes them one by one against the roof of his mouth, letting the paste slide back and down to his waiting stomach. He prrumbles a bit louder, sending a light quake throughout the area<
BigGreenRoo: *continues to feed you, one by one, letting each person stare down your gigantic mouth as he dangles them between his fingers before dropping them against your waiting tongue* Are we feeling...happy?
Zillarules: >can't really speak with each tidbit being fed to him like a grape, but the constant purring and slight nod speaks volumes. We are feeling happy.<
BigGreenRoo: *just drops a person in, one at a time, letting you gulp and chew each one up as they squirm against your tongue* There's plenty more where these came from.
Zillarules: >He lets some get mashed up against the roof of his mouth, some get chewed up, and some are swallowed alove and wriggling. He certainly appreciates the attention, getting comfortable on the ruined cloverleaf and kneading his forepaws a bit.<
BigGreenRoo: *shifts his rump over your belly and massages your neck with a handful of people pinned against it, continuing to drop a tiny person, one by one, into your gooey mouth* My, you're really enjoying this!
Zillarules: >cranes his neck slightly into the rubs, feeling several forms struggle and burst. If this keeps up. There'll be more than just 'enjoying'. The treats are piling up in his stomach as well, the still live ones only furthering his enjoyment. Prrrrr.<
BigGreenRoo: *smiles and scoots his big butt to your chest, pinning a bunch of squirming littles between him and you, never missing a beat as he continues to drop his pawful in one by one* You're a bottomless pit!
Zillarules: >shifts a bit, trying for the best effect of the tiny people getting smushed between the two giants. He chuckles a bit and nods, still accepting the offerings that the 'roo gives him. Each thin scream is silenced quite effectively as they disappear down one by one...<
BigGreenRoo: *just enjoys watching each person disappear one by one into your mouth, petting your neck as each lump slides down before they disappear into you* Geronimo!
Zillarules: >closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation of each miniscule form squirming its way along his neck and finally to his stomach, where the movements die away faintly one by one as well. All this attention is quite intoxicating as well, as his purring now causes a mild earthquake to the surrounding area. One truly happy dragon.<
BigGreenRoo: *continues to get you "drunk" with pleasure as he cracks a few more buses in half, dumping the contents on your chest and face...he shovels a pawful over your muzzle, forcing a dozen or two people into your sloppy mouth*
Zillarules: >wags his tail with renewed vigor as the new wave of Tourists stop by for a 'visit'. He begins to smear a few of them against his chest with his paws, since he's beginning to feel full...though not as full as he could be, since each and every mouthful disappears with the same speed as the one before it. His muzzle is relatively clean, with only smeared blood on his lips and red teeth, but that's to be expected. Aside from smears on his neck and now his chest, the actual 'loss' of food is quite minimal.<
BigGreenRoo: *grins and starts using one hand to smoosh the spill-over of squirming people on your chest, using his other paw to drop in people, one after another, like peanuts into your mouth* Dare I start dropping a few...in your "lap"? Heehee...
Zillarules: >finishes off the mouthful of food and smirks.< Well, I've certainly been a 'Happy' dragon, for a while... I'm sure you could give some of them a look...
BigGreenRoo: *shakes his head* This is more fun.
Zillarules: >crushes a few remaining on his chest< Aww. Well, I could certainly put a few more away... >opens his maw again, a single person still struggling from between teeth<
BigGreenRoo: *drops a few people a couple dozen feet in the air, letting them splat and squirm against your gooey tongue before you swallow them whole or chew them up*
Zillarules: >accepts the treats and smiles before tilting his head back, swallowing them whole< Mhrrrr.... I could get used to this.
BigGreenRoo: *cups his hand over your neck and massages it with fingersqueezes, feeling you swallow as he drops people in like popcorn into your mouth* Well, there are billions of people in the world...
Zillarules: >swallows each one individually, letting others struggle on his tongue before their turn< That many, eh? Well, what's a few million, then?
BigGreenRoo: *nods and holds one in between his finger and thumb and hovers him over your eyes* Yup...and there's plenty more, so it won't matter if I did this...*he squeezes the person effortlessly into a dripping mess right in front of your eyes*
Zillarules: >blinks a bit of spatter away< Mrhrrr. Now you're teasing. Anyone can do that... But it takes a dragon to fit a million in their stomach... And that's just for breakfast.
BigGreenRoo: *grabs a pawful and holds it over your face, and squeezes, letting you watch his pawful explode into a gooey mess and dribble over your nose* Tease, huh...you like watching that, huh?
Zillarules: >licks the mess off his nose and nods, scooping up a fe w of his own to squeeze into paste between his claws< I like watching it and doing it myself, ya see? ;}
Zillarules: Now you've gone and made a mess on all that green fur of yours. Ya look like Christmas with that red and green paw... I could clean it off for ya.
BigGreenRoo: *stands up and scoops up a few more buses, cracking them open and peppering dozens of people over your chest until they're all squirming over your scales...he smiles evilly, and *SITS* down heavily on your chest, letting you feel each individual person *squash/spurt* under his rump and on your chest*
Zillarules: >grins as you apparently get some more snacks, but... Oof! He does indeed feel his chest become quite slick, even some feeble movement that indicates somehow some survived the impact.< Ooohh... So many to play with... you sure there are billions more?
BigGreenRoo: *slides his butt over your slippery chest* Well, that was only a couple hundred or so...plenty more.
Zillarules: >reaches up to scriffle your chest, leaving a light streak of red on your ruff< Heheee. So many ways to play with these little toys...
BigGreenRoo: *gerks and smiles, standing up over you* Yup! So how was your snack?
Zillarules: >yawWwns mightily, a few traces of the meal still evident< I think I'll sleep well on that midnight snack. Perhaps Breakfast will be just as enjoyable...
BigGreenRoo: *checks the street for any suspicious "floods"*
Zillarules: >begins cleaning off his chest and claws, making sure that he's respectable after a meal. Hopefully the flooding has died down by now...<
BigGreenRoo: I'm hopping off to bed!
Zillarules: >yawns again< Same here, though I vote flying. Thanks for the snacks, Duncan. Sleep well!