by Thornshackle

Created on: November 20, 2009

Whether it was the blatant lack of respect mankind has been displaying ever since the mass exploitation of fossil fuels, our collective karma coming back to bite us in the you know where, or all that alien goo junk which seeps into the skulls of long dead things and reanimates them as brutal killing machines; we may never know, but one thing is for certain: The dinosaurs are back, and man are they ever pissed!

We may never know how exactly they came to know where oil comes from. Hell, most people just figured it was like when juveniles learn where babies come from. Sure it's an awkward moment, but it had to happen sooner or later, and well who knows it might be a good thing. Well that was about the same thing with the once great thunder lizards making a come back; and except for the part about it turning out to be a good thing, "most people" were just about spot-on.
From what I've been able to gather what with you know, all the panicking, and screaming, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, is that some dinosaur skeleton-a T-Rex I believe-at my local natural history museum suddenly reanimated after this glowing orange goo melted its way into the once predator's skull, and it started moving around on its own. All seemed well until it ventured outside, saw an ad having to do with investing in Arabian oil, lurched down the street to an all night internet cafe, mostly smashed the place to bits trying to get inside, logged onto one of the few remaining intact computers, entered Arabian oil into the search bar, and researched just what this whole deal with oil was. When the real truth behind the whole oil production thing dawned within the skull of the free roving collection of bones, and metal pins: That for decades, mankind has been grinding up dead dinosaurs to make our cars go all vroom, vroom and stuff. Why that just seemed to be the last straw for that raised Rexi, for he marched straight back to the museum, dug around in his head until his sleight fingers were coated with orange goo (which in my opinion looked a lot like mutant bubble gum), and went around raising to life all of the other skeletons in the place; and together they began running-well lurching really-amuck throughout town.
Why did you know that they even wrecked our tourism slogan? We used to be known as "Your favorite happy, fun city." Now our slogan is known in other cities as: "The fangs on the dinos go chomp, chomp, chomp; chomp chomp chomp; chomp, chomp chomp. The fangs

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