A wave of power washes over the scene - reality has shifted!
There is a mechanical noise, and the dragon's leg buckles, sending the fireball flying harmlessly over the party's heads. The dragon is unbalanced and falls sideways with a loud 'THUNK' as if a tin bath had fallen over.
"Curse you meddling kids!" comes the voice from inside the dragon, a more normal volume and less growly.
"Wait a moment, the dragon's head comes off!" says the fire giant, managing to control his emanations enough to rush forward and yank off the oversized head.
"Why - it's Lord Librasulus!" said the champions, shocked.
"Yes, it is I!" said Librasulus, crawling out of his metal monstrosity, "and I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for all you meddling spud-bashing kids!"
"But why?" asked the party, all the party coming forward now the fire giant had moved.
"Because you sods never come over for my ocelot stuffing parties, you always make excuses!"
"But, we really were going to this year, if you hadn't sent that scroll!" said the party.
"Curses!"
"Oh, bum, were those ocelots the things over on the shelf there?" asks the giant. "Sorry, I went and ate them all with some hot sauce!"
"Curses!"
Well done brave adventurer! Your party has succeeded in defeating Lord Librasulus's evil plans, and avoided his ocelot stuffing party not once but twice! The fire giant lets you all have some hot wings, while Librasulus is taken away by the police. Lord Chaos is still passed out, so everyone can grab some premium Lupus and drink to their heart's content!
Without fear of Chaos or Librasulus, the other denizens of the dungeon come down and you all have a stoinkingly good time.
Well, not you obviously, as you are just reading this. However, at least you are spared waking up next to mophus in the morning.
CONGRATULATIONS!