Agotados de esperar el fin

An army of frogs, a skulk of foxes, a murder of crows, a gam of whales, a grist of bees, a cete of badgers, a passel of possum, a quiver of cobras, a weyr of dragons... for dragons are deals and we are deal-chasers. If ever you ask yourself what the moral and/or ethical implications of consuming alcoholic beverages in certain parking lots with sneaky characters inquiring after even more sneaky characters are... deny everything. Politely decline the invite to come inside. Chase the dragon till the wing's flap exists only in your mind. Collection. Round-up. Piggyback rides and that oblong stretch. A suicide of slow turners. Sometimes people aren't allowed inside the parking lot and that's a real fucking shame. Sometimes they really mean it when they tell you they don't want you on the lawn. Victoria Island constables can be a little harsh when they explain it -- but I've never been known to hate a Canadian for too long.