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There is a large pig, sitting by the fire drawing a large diagram with a piece of charcoal between his trotters.

"Oh. That's how primitives like you get food."

There's a slight sneer to Terrorsaur's voice.

"Well considering that you have chosen the form of an extinct species, I think primitive is somewhat inappropriate."

"Hey!" The dinosaur spreads its wings menacingly. "Watch it, bacon-breath!

"This form's better than yours." He snorts. "You can't even fly."

"Merely pointing out fact comrade." the pig remarks, amused.

"Well, watch what kind of facts you point out," growls the bird. "And what's the with the 'comrade' slag, anyway?"

"I, as a civilised creature, have a culture. All animals, no matter how unpleasant are comrades."

He turns away. "You, however, are not civilised enough to be an animal. Good day."

He walks away.

Terrorsaur narrows his eyes at the pig.

"Some creatures are just asking for more wounds," he mutters angrily, then continues eating his dinner.

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