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...back in the Whitehouse, Sir Rompasaurus consults the president...
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| Why is there a Dinosaur in my office? | |
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| President Byren, Science tried to kill me, old chap, he will launch the missle.... | |
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"...I just hope its not too late..."
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But the president has other plans...
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| Stupid talking dinosaur, I'll send security to stop Doctor Science! SECURITY! | |
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