I was watching my sisters wrestle with each other in front of my old, dusty-ass outdoor couch. I snarled whenever they got too close, my abs hardening and tensing as my teeth were bared.

“Ay, dipshits! Back tha’ hell off!”

I barked and shrieked in a traditional dromeosaurid vocalization. My arms were hung up on the headrest, spanning over the entirety of the couch’s length. I looked down and to my left, witnessing you silently panic as you spectated the wrestling dinosaurs before us. Unlike you, I was hardened and tough; taught myself navy seal training to help combat with the rough life on this island. My mind was in stark contrast to yours.

“Y’Alright, kid?”