This is a very, very, very bad day to be Dr. Mezga. Oh, the triumphant rush of being able to call all of the animals she's spent her career on back into life was brilliant and she'd do it again in a heartbeat if she had the means to. That's for certain. But it's gone downhill from there; all of her favorite predators were dusted, most of her best enteleodonts ran off into the park to look for food, and all that's left of her siege ruminants is a cluster of very confused aurochsen that're currently trying to determine if they can all hide behind an overturned hot-dog cart.
And now her whale- the one that didn't get introduced to the concept of 'ow' by a small blue alien package of doom- is right in the center of Optimus' sights.
(Oh, and she's being held immobile about seventeen feet off the ground by a robot who used to be a converted hearse. There's that too. At least the robot appears to be shocked speechless for the moment?)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 03:35 pm (UTC)And now her whale- the one that didn't get introduced to the concept of 'ow' by a small blue alien package of doom- is right in the center of Optimus' sights.
(Oh, and she's being held immobile about seventeen feet off the ground by a robot who used to be a converted hearse. There's that too. At least the robot appears to be shocked speechless for the moment?)