"Look, just get into Cox's hand, okay?  Quick, in case SilverClaw comes 
by!  I don't want him to see this!" Dino asked.

    "But...I KNOW what you're doing, speck-for-brains.  I don't wanna 
be eaten," Astor replied.

    "But it'll mean so much to SilverClaw, being his first birthday and 
all!  It'll be funny!  TRUST me!  I'm the Dinosorceror, remember?"

    Neither Astor, nor Helvetica, nor Grand Prix, nor Ampersand, nor 
Khith, and ESPECIALLY nor Jenn were looking all that enthused in the 
operation.

    "Revanche baked this huge cake...and you're gonna let it all go to 
waste?" Dino goaded.

    "Um, speaking of which, Dino," Helvetica offered, "why didn't you 
just bake a regular one yourself and use your...I mean, Jenn's Lens 
dohickey to make it all big and stuff?"

    "Quiet, you!" Dino retorted.  "That'd be cheating.  Now everyone, 
just get into Cox's hand, and he'll...um...sprinkle us on in the 
pattern we decided, to go with the writing."

    They all still kinda glared at him.

    "But he did so much work in getting Faibanx MUCK up and running!  
C'mon, it'll be fun!  You know he's not really a mean dragon or 
anything...he just pretends to be all eaty and stompy.  He's really 
submissive, y'know."

    Jenn finally smirked, and clambored up into the giant Cox's (NO 
JOKES, PLEASE) clawpalm.  With the true head of LD4 leading the way, 
the others soon followed suit.  Cox lifted them up to the massive cake, 
and they could all see the writing on it...all three chapters of it.  
Looking at Dino, he simply shrugged back at everyone.  "Hey, there was 
plenty of room."  Cox then snickered from high above, and sprinkled 
them delicately on top of the cake.

    Dino wallowed in the chocolatey icing, and seemed to be all too 
used to wallowing in sticky stuff.  "So...does it look good from up 
there, Cox?" Dino shouted.

    Cox stood to his full thousand-foot height, and tilted his head, 
regarding the cake between his feet.  "Well, from a distance, it looks 
pretty good.  You are kinda hard to see, though," he thundered.

    "Well, I could have Revanche make a smaller cake, I suppose, 
but...bigger is better!" Dino chuckled.

    Suddenly, they heard a rumbling of footsteps and rustling of great 
wings from behind Cox.  Cox noticed too, of course, and swiveled to 
see...SilverClaw land!

    "Der...uh...hi, SilverClaw!" Cox rumbled down to the still 
relatively titanic four-footed dragon.

    "Hi, Cox," SilverClaw smiled.  "So, what's happening?"  He craned 
his neck a bit.  "What's that behind you?"

    Cox thought . o ( Dino said...) and then promptly stepped lightly 
back onto the cake, mooshing it out flat and up between his clawed 
toes.  "Oh, nothing..."

    SilverClaw took to the air, and flew behind him 
suspiciously.  "Hrm...guess so.  Looks like you stepped in something, 
though.  Well...if Dino shows up, let him know I'm looking for him."  
He then flew off.

    Cox waved pleasantly to SilverClaw as he disappeared, then quickly 
raised his foot, and peered at his icing-coated sole.  "I'm so sorry, 
guys...but Dino said not to let SilverClaw see it!"

    Astor licked the icing from his immediate surroundings.  "Well, 
that was your _first_ mistake there, Cox...listening to Dino."

    It took Dino a few seconds to dig out from the icing where he was, 
thicker under the arch of Cox's huge clawed foot.  He looked around 
quickly and nervously.  "Oh, shit, where's--"

    Jenn was already airborne, and pounced Dino back into the icing.

    Meanwhile, Prix was already wondering how bad it would look if he 
were to leave the company before his probation period was even up.