Slothraptor lays on the tree he was born on. He wonders what those green things he sees above him look like on the other side. Are they green there too? Are there any lines drawn on them? What if there're other slothraptors there? Suddenly a big stomp makes him begin turning his head to the right. After a good 2 minutes, he sees a large Christopherzilla remaining tolerant. He thinks about waving.
Christopherzilla stomps through the ancient tropical forest beneath a rumbling volcano up to the ol' watering hole. He sneers at some mammals trying to drink from his oasis. These progressive species are going to evolve and ruin this planet someday, but in the meantime Christopherzilla remains tolerant.
