Perspiring heavily, Ian entered the den. The four dragons' were basking in the soothing rays of financial solvency.
Ian took a deep breath and made a confident pitch, offering a forty percent share in his unisex beauty products company.
Never a man to be swayed financially by a tub of rhubarb and lemongrass facial scrub, Peter abruptly declared, "I'm out."
Like a well-manicured Freddy Krueger, Deborah unfurled her claws. Anticipating a clean kill, Peter slunk back in his chair.
"Ian, I'm loving your products," said Deborah, "but I'm uncomfortable with the name of your company. Seriously, come on, Ethnic Cleansing!"