Letter N wrote:
I like Raptors. Who cares if we were named during the Jurassic Park craze, we're named after a fucking dinosaur. That's badass.
Try to imagine yourself in the Cretaceous Period. You get your first look at this "six foot turkey" as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly, bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement like T-Rex he'll lose you if you don't move. But no, not Velociraptor. You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side, from the other two raptors you didn't even know were there. Because Velociraptor's a pack hunter, you see, he uses coordinated attack patterns and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this a six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the middle toe. He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, oh no
he slashes at you here [makes slashing motions below the child's chest] or here
[above the groin] or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is
you are alive when they start to eat you. So you know
try to show a little respect.