profound prattle

plastic dinosaurs run in mid air, yet the plasticity is still. they want more stories and they will eat me unless i deliver. i've never been the type to get shaky knees at the sight of a t-rex whose mouth is fixed at a non terrifying degree... but he seems serious. so i open my mouth. nothing comes to mind so i tell about the obvious, a giant boy who controls a dinosaur army like puppets. the end