“Sick and tired! I am sick and tired of being holed up here. Like I was some common criminal.”
The Tyrumposaurus’s nostrils were flaring. And dripping on his big feet.
“Oh, there’s nothing common about you, boss,” said the Dino of Defense Markesper, gathered in the Oval Dwelling …
“And tell them when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
The Trollertweety looked at the Tyrumposaurus like he had three heads.
“You heard me, I want you to tell those thug dinosaurs in Minnee-Haha-Hoho-Heehee that if they loot any caves, the dino authorities can shoot off their mouths and whack’em with their tails. Beat the crap out of ‘em. …