think they'll have this on the tour?
Who: David and Will Parry
What: On Isla Nublar, only the most badass survive. And morphing alone does not make one a badass.
When: Jurassic Port
Where: Isla Nublar, the Aviary
Warnings: Moar dinosaurs. Dinosaur-like animals that aren't dinosaurs. And testosterone poisoning from Will Parry's enormous balls.
A fun fact? Pterodactyls aren't real dinosaurs. And technically, they're pterosaurs. Pterodactyls are a different type entirely. Smaller.
Not that knowing this was much comfort to David right now. In fact, very little is a comfort to him right now. One minute, he was a dino death-dealer, acquiring morphs left and right and finally showing his warden what he can do. And then, bam. One minute he's a dino death-dealer, the next he's lunch for wannabe dinos. Wannabe dinos. Somehow that's the worst cut of all.
He screams his head off, even after the pteranodon carries him too far and too high to see Bourne anymore. At this height, morphing anything large enough to make the pterosaur drop him would mean a messy end. Technically, he could probably morph something small and escape, but you try being tactical when you've just been snatched up like an owl snatches up a toy poodle.
The screeches of other pterosaurs start drowning out David's yells. Loud screeches from the adults and... oh, no. His blood runs cold when he recognizes that other sound. Tinny caws. The caws of pterosaur hatchlings.
No, no, no. He did not survive all of this to be lunch to a bunch of hatchlings. He is not gonna go out like that douche from the second movie.
What: On Isla Nublar, only the most badass survive. And morphing alone does not make one a badass.
When: Jurassic Port
Where: Isla Nublar, the Aviary
Warnings: Moar dinosaurs. Dinosaur-like animals that aren't dinosaurs. And testosterone poisoning from Will Parry's enormous balls.
A fun fact? Pterodactyls aren't real dinosaurs. And technically, they're pterosaurs. Pterodactyls are a different type entirely. Smaller.
Not that knowing this was much comfort to David right now. In fact, very little is a comfort to him right now. One minute, he was a dino death-dealer, acquiring morphs left and right and finally showing his warden what he can do. And then, bam. One minute he's a dino death-dealer, the next he's lunch for wannabe dinos. Wannabe dinos. Somehow that's the worst cut of all.
He screams his head off, even after the pteranodon carries him too far and too high to see Bourne anymore. At this height, morphing anything large enough to make the pterosaur drop him would mean a messy end. Technically, he could probably morph something small and escape, but you try being tactical when you've just been snatched up like an owl snatches up a toy poodle.
The screeches of other pterosaurs start drowning out David's yells. Loud screeches from the adults and... oh, no. His blood runs cold when he recognizes that other sound. Tinny caws. The caws of pterosaur hatchlings.
No, no, no. He did not survive all of this to be lunch to a bunch of hatchlings. He is not gonna go out like that douche from the second movie.