Legitimate Businessaur
Hello, friend, what kind of species have you got here? Hu-man, you say, very nice, very nice - lovely big brain pan there. You want to be careful, I heard those are very fragile.
Me? Oh, nobody, nobody, just friendly, just friendly. I'm what you might call a "friend of the community", me and my colleagues are pillars of local evolution. Predatory pillars. What do you call these things? Opposable thumbs, lovely - be a shame if anything happened to them.
Threat? Sir, I am offended - I am a legitimate businessaur, merely looking out for my fellow species in this dangerous, dangerous world, no matter how much smaller and more edible than me they may be. I want to make sure that your little oversights don't cause you future tragedy. Things like the fact that you have no armoured carapace, making you very chewable. And I'd hate to see your lack of even the most basic claws or fangs lead to your being attacked, here, in your very own genus, by a large armoured predator the equivalent of an organic tank.
This? Oh, it's just an old sentimental-value family heirloom not-important-at-all machine gun my father left me, god bless his soul. I recall he used it to riddle stupid little puny monkeys with bullets whenever they didn't intelligently realise that Tyrannosaurs are the kings of all animals and deserving of, say, regular cash gifts. I can't imagine why I told that little story just now.
Yes, yes, you use that great big forebrain of yours to think about it. And maybe your lovely warm blood will stay warm.
Hello, friend, what kind of species have you got here? Hu-man, you say, very nice, very nice - lovely big brain pan there. You want to be careful, I heard those are very fragile.
Me? Oh, nobody, nobody, just friendly, just friendly. I'm what you might call a "friend of the community", me and my colleagues are pillars of local evolution. Predatory pillars. What do you call these things? Opposable thumbs, lovely - be a shame if anything happened to them.
Threat? Sir, I am offended - I am a legitimate businessaur, merely looking out for my fellow species in this dangerous, dangerous world, no matter how much smaller and more edible than me they may be. I want to make sure that your little oversights don't cause you future tragedy. Things like the fact that you have no armoured carapace, making you very chewable. And I'd hate to see your lack of even the most basic claws or fangs lead to your being attacked, here, in your very own genus, by a large armoured predator the equivalent of an organic tank.
This? Oh, it's just an old sentimental-value family heirloom not-important-at-all machine gun my father left me, god bless his soul. I recall he used it to riddle stupid little puny monkeys with bullets whenever they didn't intelligently realise that Tyrannosaurs are the kings of all animals and deserving of, say, regular cash gifts. I can't imagine why I told that little story just now.
Yes, yes, you use that great big forebrain of yours to think about it. And maybe your lovely warm blood will stay warm.
ganstasaur is bitchen btw