The Dinosorceror, dressed in a very smart, all-black suit, walks down a
hallway, past some UN-looking guards through a doorway.  Inside the round room,
there are two plexiglass cylinders labeled ORBIT 2 and ORBIT 48, with Astor in
one tube singing about giant breasts, and RaptorX in the other, smirking at
Astor and generally looking completely bored.

    Inside, a short and very stout Athelind dressed in a butler's outfit with a
big button that reads NO I AM NOT, gestures for the Dinosorceror to traverse the
vertical spiral staircase in the center of the room.

    A strange electronic buzzing and chirping sound can be heard in the control
cabin above.  Dino sees there are all manner of Earth model globes on a round
table there...one made of solid polished stones, one that's actually a 3-D
jigsaw puzzle, and one that has a flashing light bulb inside that slowly
strobes.

    He sees the back of a white-robed figure sitting at a video console.  The
video console shows a picture of himself approaching the white-robed figure.  As
he approaches, the hooded white-robed figure, hunched over to obscure his face,
slowly turns to the Dinosorceror, holding a crystalline diamond-like talon.
Suddenly, on the console, a looping video of Dino saying, "I will not make any
deals with you.  I'm too small to be killed.  I will not be smooshed, defiled,
stomped, Windexed, shrunk, de-shrunk or flattened!  My size is my own.  We..."

    The video clip begins to loop at the end on the monitor as Dino approaches
the mysterious figure.  "Wee...wee...wee...wee!  WEE!  WEE!"  Dino sees that the
robe has a large black 1 on it.

    The hooded figure drops the crystal talon, and it shatters on the floor.

    "...WEE!...WEE!...WEE!..."

    Dino smirks, and yanks the hood off the robed figure.  It appears to be a
very poorly-made latex Cera mask from "The Land Before Time."  The hooded figure
says, "EeeeeEEEeeehhhHHHHHHhhh!" in an imitation of Cera.

    "...WEE!...WEE!...WEE!..."

    Dino winces and grimaces.  "Oy!  I don't need THAT shit!  Everyone knows how
this is gonna end.  I'm Number One here, and when I yank off this mask, it'll be
ME underneath, and we'll run around and have a little pissy-fit and then find
some big dragon claws to get under together."  He then pulls off the Cera mask,
and gasps!

    It is NOT himself under the Cera mask.

    The removal of the latex head-mask unfurls a virtual windstorm of a silvery
mane.  As the mane settles across the back of the robe, Dino's eyes focus on the
stern, draconic muzzle of...of...

    Logarithm Cox...!!

    Cox swiftly tears off the robe from around himself, revealing a thick,
rippling body that makes even Dino's jaw drop.  His hornless head is slightly
slender, and a combination of raptoresque and dragonesque features.  A soft
chuckle reveals rows of sharp, needle-like teeth around his thick, red tongue.
The sides of his face are a deep emerald blue, approaching black, but a river of
blood red fades into clarity down his forehead and muzzle, jutting out in
random, occasional perpendicular stripes.  Two rather long and pointed ears,
almost appearing as horns to a casual glance, seem to corral the thick silvery
mane of shoulder-blade-length hair that rises from his head and then drapes down
slightly in front of and behind him.

    As is typical with reptilian beings, his hide glistens slightly as his tiny,
pebbled scales catch light.  His chest, palms and soles, however, have single
rows of long, wide scales, which once again are a crimson red which fades into
his overall dark sapphire color, bands of crimson on the edges spindling out
into the blue void of his hide as if aurorae.

    At this point in the description, Dino looks at the camera.  "Shit, I'm
really on a roll, ain't I?"

    Cox's emerald, vertically-slitted eyes gaze upon the parasaur and emphasize
the smirk on his muzzle as Dino takes in the rest of his musculature.  And what
musculature has he!  The muscles in his arms and legs ripple and slide beneath
his scaly hide almost audibly as Cox shifts his stance slightly.  His hands are
fully anthropomorphic, each finger and thumb tipped with a white,
well-manicured, razor-sharp miniature dagger of a talon that he can retract
slightly.  His muscular chest only narrows slightly to meet his hips, which
rests upon truly pillar-like legs.  Thick muscles in his thighs and shins seem
to weave around his bones to converge at his knees.

    Supporting the entirety of his physique are his footclaws, which are
necessarily massive enough to do so.  His plantigrade feet have four thick toes
which splay to bear his weight, each tipped with a thick blunted white
toeclaw -- a definite contrast to his slender, feline fingertalons.  The arches
of his feet have hints of the crimson red on his soles.

    Between his legs and behind him trails a tail that surpasses the length of
his upper body, and which he keeps curved in a slight S shape to keep from
dragging on the ground behind him.  The end of his tail has a most unique tip --
it resembles the asymmetric shape of a shark's tail, only doubled
perpendicularly, forming a mace-like rudder for aerodynamic stability in flight.

    Even when looking at Cox's back would you be sure he was a flightless
draconian...but his tightly compressed wings fit into recessed spaces below his
shoulder blades, and when his wings unfurl, they seemingly do so magically.  The
upper spines and backs of his wings once again match his deep blue, but the
inside membrane matches his crimson color...thus, under normal lighting, they
seem red from front and blue from the back.  But when airborne with the sun
behind him, an awesome leopard-spotted purple pattern appears on them to viewers
below.

    Cox's wings, each twice as long as he is tall, unfurl almost instantly with
a sharp snapping sound, filling the room and tossing his silvery white mane in
the process.  As Dino falls on his back in awe, he slowly retracts his wings,
and in a much slower process, they resettle into his back, returning to their
near-invisible beds in his back.

    Naturally, no description is complete without detailing Cox's sexual
prowess...however, none can be discerned at the moment.  A barely visible slit
between his legs contains his manhood, and due to his overall bulk, it cannot be
estimated.  However, his friends don't call him "Log" for nothing.

    "As you can see, Dinosorceror," Cox sneers in a deep, rumbling voice that
causes his tongue to dance behind his sharp teeth, "I am Number One."

    Dino grabs a large cardboard cutout anime sweat-drop from his pocket and
pastes it on his temple.  "Well, I just made number one in my PANTS, thanks to
you!"

    Cox snaps his fingers, and instantly they find themselves on an open
basaltic mesa.  Dino has lost his sharp black suit in favor of his usual brown
ratty tunic.  The sun beats down unmercifully on the parched earth.

    "So, Dino, would you like to know why my name is Logarithm?" Cox rumbles
with pride.

    "Is it because you can yank your schlong out and play it like a banjo?" Dino
replies, dusting himself off and getting to his feet.  He then falls back on his
ass again as Cox unfurls his wings again with a sharp snap, and pumps himself
airborne.

    "It is because I am ten feet tall now," Cox roars down to Dino as he gains
height slowly, the pumping of his wings the only sound Dino can otherwise hear.

    Dino cups his hands to his muzzle, and shouts back up to him, "I'm so very
happy for you!"

    "Insolent flea," Cox mutters to himself, and with an internal, he begins to
grow slowly.

    To Dino below, it looked as if Cox was simply floating back down, appearing
bigger as he lowered.  However, the beating of his wings slowed and got deeper,
kicking up dust on the mesa around him.  Cox's legs and feet slowly stretched
downward, and Dino finally realized that Cox was actually growing to fill the
space between himself and the ground!  As Cox's footclaws landed before him, his
toes were now half as high as Dino.

    Cox's wings stop beating, and he peers down at the parasaur before his foot.
"Now I am one hundred feet tall," he thunders from above.

    "Well, that's nice!  Gotta go!" Dino says, beginning his usual scamper.
However, Cox starts to hum again, and furls his wings.  His foot that Dino runs
from begins to get larger along with the rest of his body, just slow enough to
keep from overtaking the scampering bug.  The parched mesa shatters and flies
away from the growing talons and muscular mass of scales, and Dino dares not
look back.  Eventually, a flying chip of the mesa hits the back of his legs and
trips him, and he sprawls to a stop on his back.

    Luckily for the wee parasaur, Cox had just reached his new height.  "Now I
am one thousand feet tall," he booms down to the ground like the voice of a god.
With a crack of thunder, his wings unfurl again, catching the sun and casting an
eerie purple glow across the mesa, each wing two thousand feet long.  Cox
manages to pick out the moving speck before his forty-foot high toeclaws, and
sneers at it.  "Now, would you care to see ten thousand?" he booms, his silvery
white hair tussling and settling in seeming slow motion due to his great size.

    Suddenly, two distinctly different clawed hands grab each of Dino's
shoulders and help him to his feet.  In the eerie purple light, Dino almost
didn't recognize Jenn and Astor.  Astor then slaps him on the back.  "For once
you did good, toe boy!" he says.

    Jenn finally removes the cardboard cutout sweatdrop from Dino's temple with
a "yeowch!" from the weesaur.  "A few chains and handcuffs, and I'd be set for
the evening."

    Suddenly, Cox's foot lifts with a whirlwind of dust that blinds the three of
them for several seconds.  When the dust settles, Jenn and Astor see Cox
standing behind and over Dino, his wings curved around him.  Cox pushes Dino
aside to the ground as he approaches the much smaller Jenn, kneeling before her
and taking her foreclaw for a delicate kiss and lick.  "I would be happy to
entertain the true power of Lava Dome IV," he purrs.

    When Dino rotates his head and clears his vision, he sees Astor standing
above him.  "So it's just sloppy seconds for you, speck!" Astor rumbles.  He
lifts his foot and slams it down over Dino's muzzle, knocking his lights out.