"Hmm... our dream?" Frank takes a full minute to consider the strange question. "No... no, can't say that it is. At least I don't believe so. Sadie, we're not dreaming, are we? That wouldn't seem right. I'm definitely feeling this liquor, and I never feel my liquor in dreams. That's what makes dreams so overrated. Dreams." He shakes his head. "As for the rest of it, well... why not??"
Honestly, he can't imagine why anyone wouldn't just jump at the chance to roam the countryside on the back of a triceratops with rifles, booze, and the best companion a man ever had.
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Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "So, in your estimation, showing up in a jungle populated heavily by dinosaurs is just run of the mill," he says. "Do you remember getting here? Do you have ANY idea where-"
He stops. Something, for some reason - maybe it was the vodka - has slipped into place. He turns, slowly, eyeing the treeline. He turns again, even slower, eyeing the distant fence.
"Oh," he says. "Oh, Jodie. Oh holy shit. I just figured it out. I know where we are."
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Honestly, he can't imagine why anyone wouldn't just jump at the chance to roam the countryside on the back of a triceratops with rifles, booze, and the best companion a man ever had.
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Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "So, in your estimation, showing up in a jungle populated heavily by dinosaurs is just run of the mill," he says. "Do you remember getting here? Do you have ANY idea where-"
He stops. Something, for some reason - maybe it was the vodka - has slipped into place. He turns, slowly, eyeing the treeline. He turns again, even slower, eyeing the distant fence.
"Oh," he says. "Oh, Jodie. Oh holy shit. I just figured it out. I know where we are."