Tales From the Stinky Dragon

I'm from drum drum. One's gonna be higher than the other. It is a drum. You come to invent the new time signature for his, uh, drumming that you've never heard. I have proficiency in drums. What does that mean? No you don't. All right. As you blow into the instrument and beat the drum, thunder roars over hand louder and louder. And crack the black and black and the strike's the drum. The brilliant blue tower starts crackling with energy before you can take another breath. A cow holds a blue light and serves in the swine, striking each of you in your chest. Was that cool? At least. It was