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Posted by Archosaurrchosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:45 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Internal Conflict
“You bastard!” screams Dr. Marshall. He grabs a flint-tipped spear leaning against the belly. With a guttural yell he drives it into the soft stomach wall with all his might, only to have the flint tip break off. Screaming incoherently, he jabs the undulating stomach walls again and again. Suddenly, huias would turns upside down, as he rolls about the belly sloshing along helplessly along with all of the other contents of the vast digestive organ. “I did it! I’ve got the bastard!” he yelled.
Grumpy the tyrannosaur rolled on the ground, helplessly booming forth deep saurian laughter due to the tickling in his belly. Tiny arms flailing, he rolls onto his back, kicking his legs from the gentle poking inside his stomach.
Dr. Marshall stands dripping, listening to the sad bellows of agony. “What am I doing?” he says “All my life I’ve wanted to study these creatures, and now…” his voice catches in a sob. “Oh, the humanity!” He sobs pounding against the stomach lining. Suddenly his would turns again, the belly begins to rock back and forth slowly, as the tyrannosaur begins walking again. “Yes!” he shouts.
As Grumpy stomped though the jungle, Holly’s words echo in his huge brain: “Probably the only man who really understood you. All right, so he was rough on the size of your brain. You don’t eat a man for that, you reason with him!” He gives a sad moan, and the song track “Memories” from Cats starts up. He begins rumbling a basso accompianant to the song as he stomps along. He stares down into a nearby pool that seems to have the images of the three adventurers he has tormented over the last few days. Then, with a crunch, the music stops as the tyrannosaur steps on the moss covered radio nearby.
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