His rage passes description – the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before...

My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

Which epitaph would you choose for your grave-stone: “He made lots of money.” or “He saved the Earth”? And don’t think I’m being sarcastic, because for once, I’m not. We’re all going to die. What...