"You can't. You just can't!"
"Correct." He ruminated, "We'd never have been able to cut the hide. Not a tough, inch-thick one like this one."
"I'll never get over the way you gutted the dragon. You cut him loose inside, just below the tonsils—"
"And after I lassoed them, I gave a run—"
"And all his guts came stringing out!"
"Had him cleaned to the bone within an hour!" said Pole proudly.
"We would never have had it so good if it hadn't been for Mr. Wattles' helpfulness," reminded Bliss. "That fumigation bomb, besides making a horrible stink—"
"—explodes when it enters a dragon's flaming mouth—and blows his methane tanks."