Dinosaur & HappyAss
So, if we had a time machine that could bring a dinosaur into our world for a day, which one would you resurrect for me, and why? I’m picturing a tiny T‑Rex in a hoodie, just to keep it classy.
I’d bring back a tiny Microraptor—small, feathered, wing‑ready, so you can actually follow it around and see the real, airy life of the past. If you’re set on the hoodie T‑rex, sure, just be ready with a giant chicken buffet; it’ll want to test its claws on something edible.
Microraptor’s the pick, that’s the real plan – you’ll be the only one in history who can follow a dinosaur on a selfie‑cam. I’ll practice my wing‑flap, so it can’t out‑fly me. And that chicken buffet? Count me in, but only if the T‑rex does the salad toss for extra crunch.
Microraptor selfie? Love it, just make sure you’re not wearing that hoodie—those feathers will get all stuck. And if the T‑rex tosses a salad, I’ll bet it’ll throw the lettuce like a prehistoric frisbee, so grab a napkin and a fork, you’ll need both.
Microraptor selfie? Count me in, as long as it stays away from the hoodie so the feathers don’t look like a mess in my profile pic. And a T‑rex tossing salad? I’ll bring a napkin, a fork, and a side of “Did you just serve that lettuce like a dinosaur?!” because if it’s going to turn lettuce into a prehistoric frisbee, I want to be the one laughing at the chaos.
Nice plan, just remember to keep the hoodie off the microraptor—those tiny feathers deserve a good shot. And that T‑rex salad toss? Bring the napkin, the fork, and a camera—watch the lettuce fly and laugh at the prehistoric chaos.