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"we need to make up story," he said, as he held his pistol up to the oncoming dinosaurs in the underground passage.
"Yea, something ridiculous, but something that'll make the rescue workers come," I reply hopefully.
*bang bang* A raptor down. *bang bang* another unidentifiable, but still dangerous looking dinosaur down, only a diplodocus*(see note) left.
"Hey, we could say there's a rampaging diplodocus on the loose!" he chortles.
I laugh in reply. *bang bang* The diplodocus keeps coming. *bang bang* suddenly this has all become less funny. The diplodocus, with one swoop, disembowels my friend, making the probably empty pistol fly well out of reach.
I run. I make it through the heavy steel basement door. That should buy me a considerable amount of time.
Voiceover: Man didn't develop thumbs until very late in the game, evolutionarily. But sometimes, evolution can provide a benefit to a a species with little else. This is how the diplodocus got thumbs."
I hear that door open behind me, even though I had locked it.
I keep running, up flights and flight of stairs, locking every door behind me, and every door I can find.
I finally make it up to the top floor, our safehouse, kind of an office type place.
I let a few African American gentlemen in before I close the door.
SLAM, the D's face smashes up against the small reinforced glass window. I am taken aback but realize that I have to lock it quick. I do. There is a second door immediately after the one I just locked, and I close and lock that one too. I run back through the front room of the safehouse, but when I notice a raptor reading a Newspaper, I'm confident that I'm not going to die.
A Raptor could totally take a diplodocus.
*(Note: in the original, the dinosaur in question was called a diplodocus, althgough in reality it was a mixture between an Iguanodon but with the head of a Parasaurolphous)
I also always have dreams not that I can fly, but that I can stay in the air, hovering almost, for a while. it's like if I keep moving my legs gravity doesn't effect me as much. I can't keep it up forever, and I need to keep focusing on it, and it's usually only a few feet off the ground, but it's fun to play around with. I've had so many dreams with this, sometimes I think that I can do it in real life.
To be perfectly honest, I've tried it a couple times. For some reason I can't get the hang of it when not in my own head.
Also, apparently Maddie is an amateur racecar driver, and had won some sort of cool award. Obviously, she's pretty good at it.
[Flowers on a bedpost]
"Yea, something ridiculous, but something that'll make the rescue workers come," I reply hopefully.
*bang bang* A raptor down. *bang bang* another unidentifiable, but still dangerous looking dinosaur down, only a diplodocus*(see note) left.
"Hey, we could say there's a rampaging diplodocus on the loose!" he chortles.
I laugh in reply. *bang bang* The diplodocus keeps coming. *bang bang* suddenly this has all become less funny. The diplodocus, with one swoop, disembowels my friend, making the probably empty pistol fly well out of reach.
I run. I make it through the heavy steel basement door. That should buy me a considerable amount of time.
Voiceover: Man didn't develop thumbs until very late in the game, evolutionarily. But sometimes, evolution can provide a benefit to a a species with little else. This is how the diplodocus got thumbs."
I hear that door open behind me, even though I had locked it.
I keep running, up flights and flight of stairs, locking every door behind me, and every door I can find.
I finally make it up to the top floor, our safehouse, kind of an office type place.
I let a few African American gentlemen in before I close the door.
SLAM, the D's face smashes up against the small reinforced glass window. I am taken aback but realize that I have to lock it quick. I do. There is a second door immediately after the one I just locked, and I close and lock that one too. I run back through the front room of the safehouse, but when I notice a raptor reading a Newspaper, I'm confident that I'm not going to die.
A Raptor could totally take a diplodocus.
*(Note: in the original, the dinosaur in question was called a diplodocus, althgough in reality it was a mixture between an Iguanodon but with the head of a Parasaurolphous)
I also always have dreams not that I can fly, but that I can stay in the air, hovering almost, for a while. it's like if I keep moving my legs gravity doesn't effect me as much. I can't keep it up forever, and I need to keep focusing on it, and it's usually only a few feet off the ground, but it's fun to play around with. I've had so many dreams with this, sometimes I think that I can do it in real life.
To be perfectly honest, I've tried it a couple times. For some reason I can't get the hang of it when not in my own head.
Also, apparently Maddie is an amateur racecar driver, and had won some sort of cool award. Obviously, she's pretty good at it.
[Flowers on a bedpost]