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Hawthorne

The laser/dinosaur-based phone tree proves unreliable.

“Look, just fire your dorsal blasters at the styracosaur and the edmontonia,” Hawthorne says. “Then they bounce lasers off the pteranodons! A very simple relay!” The diplodocus gronks in wild panic. Senji has to drag him out from under its feet.

“Walnut-brain!” Hawthorne shouts.

“Have you considered that maybe–” Senji begins.

“Yes, yes, they’re anachronistic. The pachy’s firing at a dimetrodon, for heaven’s sake! That’s what I get for going through a third party.”

“–you should just use phones?

“Less awesomeness per dollar,” sniffs Hawthorne, as the diplodocus takes out a bus.

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