Keith studied the young man closely, looking for some hint of levity. He was pale complicated, with light hair, and apple-red cheeks, which cried out for regular applications of sunblock. His eyes were dark, offering a stark contrast to his translucent skin features, and set wide apart, which provided him maximum peripheral vision. He was humorless.

“Zombie dinosaurs?” Keith’s asked.

“Things got out-of-hand in Area 51. It seems the boys from the zombie department forget to lock the door, so the zombies invaded the Jurassic Park department, and dined on T-Rex, and a few of his friends. A rare case of extreme cross-contamination.” said the young man.

“Don’t you have some urbane Englishman or dapper European on hand for these kinds of things?” Keith asked.

“Our European friends are providing logistical support, but only after we threatened to close Disney World to their citizens. But it’s you we need.” said the young man, presenting his most persuasive smile.

Keith wanted to punch him.