The Dragons

"NINETY." Alexander glowered at Blackfire.

"Fifty-five percent, Your Majesty, that's the highest I can go." Blackfire shook his head firmly.

"EIGHTY-FIVE! STOP HAGGLING LIKE A TOOTHLESS OLD HAG!" Alexander roared, spittle coming out of his mouth. 

"Ah, sixty percent, then Your Majesty! You're robbing me blind!" Blackfire cried out dramatically,

"YOU'RE robbing me blind!" Alexander shouted indignantly. "Eighty, no lower than that. You know I don't have the money anyway." 

"Sixty-fi-"

"EIGHTY!"

"Seve-"

"EIGHTY!"

"Ah, okay, eighty percent reduction it is." Blackfire said sadly to Dubaza. 

Dubaza sighed deeply and shook his head as well, bemoaning the tragedy that had so mercilessly befallen them. 

"Still, I am extremely pleased. They should be ready for space training very soon. How goes the production for their space-capable armor?" Alexander asked Dubaza.