Yes, Glory called me a braindead bodyguard. Don't get me wrong, it's a great use of alliteration (literary devices can go die in a hole) but it's totally untrue.
Before we begin, I am not braindead. 9 + 10 = 19. Or is it still 21? Or was that just two years ago? I can't keep up.
Siri, define "braindead".
Please comment if you can tell me what an electroencephalogramnxhdwcwdjhcxbswjizbsq is.
So, Glory thinks I have irreversible loss of brain function.
Being the smart dragon I am, I consulted an expert on the dragon brain: our favourite brainiac himself, Starflight.
Deathbringer: Starflight, do you think I'm braindead?
Starflight: No...
Deathbringer: HA! I KNEW IT!
Starflight: ... I just think you lack the intellectual initiative some of us have.
Deathbringer: What?
Starflight: *sighs* exactly.
This proves everything, I am not a braindead bodyguard Glory.
I'm in fact just a bodyguard who lacks intellectual initiative... whatever that means.
The lesson from this step was to not be braindead and to always act smart even if you aren't.
Next up:
Step 14: Become a Meme.
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