“Yes, what a wonderful idea,” Jo drawled sarcastically as she watched another Tyrannosaurus Rex gallop into the clearing . “Come on Jo! Let’s play with the space/time continuum! Won’t it be fun?” Her mocking tone could carve an ice sculpture.
“Well, I didn’t think we could actually bend space and time…” Ralph replied miserably. The two of them had squished into the opening of a small cave to avoid the jaws of a pair of very large, and very, very real dinosaurs that were sniffing about outside. “I thought the most that we could do would be stopping the clock for a moment.”
“And yet here we are in the Cretaceous. I hate you so much,” Jo snarled. “I hope you came up with a contingency plan for reversing this special little time rift?”
Ralph whimpered as a roar shook the rock. “Hadn’t really gotten there.”
“If these dinosaurs don’t kill you, I will.”
“Well it could be worse,” he told her.
“Really? How.”
“They could be genetically engineered velociraptors.”
“Have I mentioned how much I hate you?”

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