Something clicks in your mind. The time of the reptile has come again...and who better to rule them? You look deep into your mother's eyes and focus on one thought: the beauty of scales. Your mother looks up at you with a dazed and adoring look as her tongue slips out of her mouth to taste the air. As your eyes slowly close you notice your mother's face has some scales on it. You give a low hiss and coil up for a nap. All would soon be right with the world.
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