Chaos reigns around me, and I realize I can't make my lair here, too close to human buildings. My objectives must remain clear, but my thoughts are in disarray. Why? Because of Foxy!

  She refers to me as "Her" and "Dragoness." Dragoness? No, this can't be possible! I need to investigate. I HAVE to find answers.

  My quest for knowledge thrusts me into the spotlight, making me a target for pharmaceutical companies and a horde of disabled individuals who covet my misfortune. They're chasing me like wheelchair-bound zombies in a dystopian movie, all clamoring for "Tears, Teeaars." Panic courses through me, causing my scales to turn white with fear.

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  Amidst this turmoil, another perplexing question arises—I'm naked. My newfound nudity leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Do I need clothing? Underwear? Bras? Tampax? The questions cascade in my mind, leaving me bewildered.

  Am I different from other creatures? Do I possess ZZ and ZW chromosomes instead of the usual XY and XX? ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAR, GRAAAR, a deep rumble emanates from me as I crackle with thunderous energy. The lightning strikes the clouds, intensifying and turning red before culminating in an earth-shattering BANG of colossal power. It rattles the entire region, a stark contrast to the typical lightning flashes that last mere milliseconds or nanoseconds.

  I realize I can't stay here; I must flee!