Yeah, all right. I know I'm always sayin' 'ow sick I am of all this modern crap this place keeps throwin' out everywhere, but bleedin' dinosaurs? Not what I had in mind when I was thinkin' we should back things up a bit.
Least they should be gone before too long. Try not to get yourselves trampled by a brontosaurus or sommat in the meantime, eh
[meanwhile, try to not get your window trampled by a pterosaurus' protruding wings, Ray --- oh, too late. Dino's bad. He flies away, most definitely not paying for that.]
Luckily, Ray all but lives at the police station, so he won't be paying for that either. Looks like he'll just be spending more time in the bullpen until someone decides to fix his office window.]
[Chris is distracted and looking out the window in the bullpen, hoping to see some sort of dramatic T-Rex fight when he hears the ridiculously loud screech come from the general area of Ray's office. So he instinctively runs towards it, opening the door and looking carefully into the room in case there's some sort of...something inside.]
[You know what's fun? Shooting dinosaurs. That's what's fun! So instead of trying to find a hiding place like a sane person, he's getting out that gun and going to find that raptor.
Someone's got to deal with it. Obviously Ray's the ideal candidate.]
[Ray's not exactly a shoot below the kneecaps sort of guy.
When he spots her, he aims straight for her body. But no one ever said his aim was always perfect. Perhaps a bullet just grazes her, if that would deter her. Or maybe one of her forelegs claws.]
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Luckily, Ray all but lives at the police station, so he won't be paying for that either. Looks like he'll just be spending more time in the bullpen until someone decides to fix his office window.]
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SHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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What the 'ells that?!
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Someone's got to deal with it. Obviously Ray's the ideal candidate.]
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Although if he shoots her in the precious big toe she might turn tail and run...live to fight another day!]
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When he spots her, he aims straight for her body. But no one ever said his aim was always perfect. Perhaps a bullet just grazes her, if that would deter her. Or maybe one of her forelegs claws.]
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