Elliot: Um, so, what is going on here?
Me: Well, I think it’s a two-legged brontosaurus.
Marc: Brachiosaurus. Or maybe Apatosaurus. Brontosaurus is non real thing.
E: I love how you can recall and pronounce perfectly intricate Latin words, but you still lack the ability to say the word “not.”
M: Whatever! Is brachiosaurus!
E: Alright, alright, calm down. You know, it looks as though someone played pin the tail on the dinosaur, here.
Me: And then lit a fuse at the very end of the tail.
E: Yes, as though they are going to blow up the two-legged dinosaur body.
Me: And why does it have a Disney-esque nose? It looks like Goofy. I don’t think dinosaurs looked like that.
M: Whatever, you are non know. Maybe Disney is create dinosaur. Go and bury all of bone.
E: I don’t think Disney has the carbon-dating equipment necessary in making that conspiracy happen.
Me: Look at you and your science, E!
E: Oh, bah. I only remember things about carbon-dating and conspiracies because we marathoned that show with the sexy blue-eyed bloke in it.
Me: White Collar?
E: Yes, that one. He was always saying things about carbon-dating. I think…? Honestly, he could have been saying anything.
M: I am punch you.
E: Well, if John Stamos had been the one to say, “Marcus, this here is actually a brachiosaurus,” I bet you’d still be calling the damn thing a brontosaurus.
M: You are have point…
E: Yes, I am have point.
Me: So haughty. Woah! There is another tiny dinosaur hiding in that dinosaur’s neck. A chimeric dinosaur twin.
E: Ladies and gents, we now have a double dinosaur homicide about to happen.
M: Is so tragic. Is probable non Disney after all.
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