“D-a-mn y-o-u!!” Omar screamed, his face tilted angrily against the harsh press of the sun.
He kicked his Harley down into first gear and brodied away from the Old Hippie, laughing.
The rex c****d its head like a bird, fascinated, and followed him with its sharp eyes. But it did not lunge for him. Its tiny forearms waggled ridiculously and it seemed confused.
Watching from inside, Roger figured it would really suck to have arms so little you couldn"t scratch your head. Then he thought of his missing hand, and laughed a little nervously.
Omar The Mad and Bleeding made a high-speed circle around the rex. Its head shifted from side to side angrily as it tried to keep a bead on him. When the biker swung back into view, he motioned to the rest.
“Come on you spineless bastards!” he screamed
