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There is no dinosaur big enough to satisfy my thirst for huge, scary things I could imagine putting the ultimate chomp on some of the maladroits I've had to call "boss" in the past.
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I'm reminded of the Donald Duck story, written and drawn by Carl Barks, wherein Donald and his three nephews are being chased by a brontosaurus. Says one of the nephews, holding up his ever-knowledgeable Junior Woodchucks Guidebook, "Don't worry, Unca Donald, it says here this dinosaur doesn't eat meat!"
To which Donald, still running, quips: "Yeah, we know that! But does he know that?"
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