Ozone is a lazy, unreliable, and generally a pathetic excuse for a dragon. But they’re fucking hilarious and non-destructive and guests love the spontaneity of whether they’ll be out or not, so they lurk the high mountains of Frankfort Fiefdom, an extravagant theme park in the surreal Dream Dimension.

Ozone is a distant evolution of a squishy smooth icy space dragon I came up with listening to Ace Frehley ‘78. Not pictured: their nasty nasty broken glass teeth and their ability to shift between gelatinous and silky-skinned and rock hard and shark-skinned. They’re vaguely based on nurse sharks and salamanders. Ozone can’t move well on land, they just gallumph around like a seal because they can’t fly or walk. They’re unsurprisingly more agile underwater, but Ozone never thought to try until until they were drafted into standing in for the star of the park’s mermaid show 40 years aftee they first arrived there.