The dragon loaths my taste to the point where I'm immediately returned to the sender...With two more of me, one a clear 'she,' the other an...'it'...To go along with me, a 'he.'

YOU GET WHERE THIS IS GOING.

We, the trio of he/she/it, proceed to use some kind of ridiculous Team Combo to take you to oblivion, then merging into a single being, me. I then claim the hill.

MY HILL!!!