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They're all fighting about what to do with the poorly named brat who's gonna kill a ton of people.
"I could eat him," Mick offers.
"How is that any different from murder?" the old man scolds.
"It isn't," Mick shrugs. "I just thought I'd offer."
"I wish you could eat Savage," Snart sighs from his place in the chair. "It would make things so much easier."
"I could try," Mick grins. The dragon thought about what the 'immortal' would taste like since he saw the guy. "Who knows? Maybe dragons negate the whole 'coming back to life' thing?"
"No one is eating anyone!" Rip shouts, hands shaking in frustration.
Mick snorts unhappily, "It would probably work."