You watch his body language change completely.

Hell. Yeah.
You sure know how to start a party.

HEY BOYS, CAN ONE OF YOU JUDGE OUR RACE!?
He points twords the TV and the group of dragons surrounding it. One dragon steps up.
"Heck yeah little guy. I'll set up the finish line here."
The large dragon convienently picks to place his tail down as a marker right in front of the door. You will have to climb a bit to get in, but everything is in place for the match. He then pulls a checkered racing flag from behind his scaley back.

You offered, so you must know the rules.
1. No false starts.
2. Tripping is off limits.
3. No if, buts, OR coconuts about the results.

You ready brah?

You nod your head. The formitable dragon raises the flag. He whistles thrice, then twice, then a final time.
You make a beeline for the door, cheers erupting as the other dragons begin watching.












You're halfway there, and you haven't even seen him yet. It's a short distance; you can sprint the full way











As soon as you jump over his tail, the croud goes wild. You climb the rock wall and take a victory stance on the ledge.
You see him, maybe 1/4th of the way across the room from the start. He's still running, but his small chubby body barely takes him a foot per second.

Lucky I'm having an off day, huh?
He laughes, which turns to weezing almost immedietly.

You take this oppurtunity to move the door out of the way

H-hey... *weeze* whaa t are you *weeze* doing??

You can see the entrance clearly now

>> Go Inside