Alpha Dragon
Damn I'm still green and so is my erection.
"I... I baked you something to help with your erect... I mean affliction. It's a cake," she offers and quickly meets my eyes again.
Cake. Maybe I can hold off on booting her out. "Is it my funeral cake?" I ask with calm deception.
"Oh no. I think you should celebrate the green. Dribblemortis isn't always fatal."
"I thought you said I had brittlemortis."
She nods rapidly. "Oh, I did, but I'm hoping you have a milder case of the disease, um, it's called dribblemortis."