Power )Dinosaurus Wrecks(

The only thing kings hate more than democracy is other kings.

The human race is mostly always at the top of the food chain as the most invasive species with the most ecologically damaging consequences than any other species.

But we’ve only been here for three minutes.

Which king came before us? And will they one day comeback and invade again?

At this point, it’s very unlikely, but that’s because I feel confident in nuclear weaponry and humanity’s affinity for killing off what it doesn’t understand, but we take an interest and fascination to the reptile kings we succeeded because we love to gloat.

We're gloating at their bones, stringing them up in place for children to point at, glorifying their skeletons in toys made out of their own aged remains: plastic.

We mock them because we survived to laugh and they didn't.

We've grown to marvel at the saurs because of their awkwardness. They're caricatures we find silly. The king with the littlest arms it can't cross, the giantess who only eats the tenderest leaves, the tiniest teeth that leave the deepest and deepest scars, and the Sarah Tops who didn't even try to contend with the other kings. (Sarah settled for prince)

And the flying ones- oh those- were just arrangements of different triangles. In the sky, flocks of Tarron Duct Tiles resembled a fourth grade geometry study worksheet. Every body part from their beaks, heads, and wings looked like three-sided polygons.

How could we not love dinosaurs? Who could be opposed to such comedy and friendly competition?