"Welcome to my crib. It isn't much, but it's home. Just try not to touch anything."
"Wow!!!!!!!
You've upgraded nicely."
*Tick, tick*
"I thought I said..."
"Are these live Specimen in your Tanks of water? This one says 'Silver'.
"Yes, now….."
*Thunk*
"AAAGGH!!!
One of them just reached out their hand."
"Tried to tell you."
"Jasmine, it's not.....homey as home."
"I'm not bothered in training."
"I can see that."
"May I have the Tubes? You wait here and get poked like the others."
"Uhuhh. I rescued them, I'll see this through."
"Fine, help me carry the...…where'd the Dragon go?"
"He's not my pet, Jas. No one can truly control a rogue creature."
"I know that. Feel like I can't even control my 'creature' at times."
"Jasmine, he's not a 'creature.' He's your son."
"HE'S A FAILED EXPERIMENT.
........Not even formed out of the egg. Just the pile of goo inside."
"Keep your voice down. He may hear you."
"That's ok. His genes are recessive right now, meaning his kids may be dragons, but not mine.
It's not fair. I've been trying to figure out what went wrong, by cross-breeding my own 'Monsters.' Then I can use the tests on my own son, but now that you've brought me original DNA, who cares about my son?
I can make another Dragon, then another, and another, and another. Soon, the sky will be filled with dragons, and Castle of Fire will thank me."