[Lian-Chu wakes up screaming, waking Gwizdo as well. Gwizdo peers down at him from the top bunk]
Gwizdo: What's up with you now? You scared the pajamas off of me.
Lian-Chu: The dragon, Gwizdo. He spoke to me again.
Gwizdo: I already told you, Lian-Chu, dragons don't talk. You were dreamin'.
[He lifts himself back up onto his bunk again]
Gwizdo: Goodnight.
[as Gwizdo tries going back to sleep, Lian-Chu thinks for a moment]
Lian-Chu: Say, Gwizdo, why exactly do we hunt dragons?
[Gwizdo peers back over again]
Gwizdo: What a question. Cause we're dragon hunters, that's why. If we were dung beetle hunters, we'd hunt dung beetles.
[He gives Lian-Chu a huge grin]
Gwizdo: It's that simple.
[He lifts himself up onto his bunk again]
Lian-Chu: Yes, but why are we dragon hunters?
[Once again Gwizdo peers back over the bed, annoyed]
Gwizdo: Because it's all we know how to do. Well, you, at least.
Lian-Chu: Hmm.
Gwizdo: Listen, Lian-Chu, you gotta hunt dragons. They're mean and nasty. They destroy entire villages. Devour everybody in sight. Their feet stink to high heaven and they got big time BO.
[He lifts himself back up onto his bed again]
Gwizdo: And, what's more, they always talk with their mouths full.
Lian-Chu: Gwizdo?
[Gwizdo once more peers over to talk to Lian-Chu]
Gwizdo: [annoyed] Oh, what now?
Lian-Chu: You just said dragons talk.
Gwizdo: Huh? I said that? Never. Not in a million years.
[He pulls himself back up onto his bed]
Gwizdo: I know what I say, don't I? Look, listen, Lian-Chu, knock off the dumb questions and have a glass of water. You'll feel much better in the morning.