Wash crouched again, peering intently at his dinosaurs, and then shot a hand out, grabbing a pterodactyl.“You will feel the wrath of the traitors!” he hissed. “Suffer my power! Falcon kick!”
“But you’re not even a bird!”
“Semantics! Semantics in your face! Graaaaah!”
“But you’re not even a bird!”
“Semantics! Semantics in your face! Graaaaah!”