BRONTOSAURUS IS ANGRY.

~~~ ONE FINE DAY, UPON HIS SUCCESSFUL INVENTION OF THE BOW TIE, BRONTOSAURUS THE BRONTOSAURUS NOTICED A SUDDEN BLACKENING OF THE SKIES**. HE TURNED HIS HEAD TOWARDS LAKE MEGAZORD, A PIECE OF PROPERTY HE HAD EARNED FROM YEARS AND YEARS OF HARD, BITTER LABOUR.

HOLY HELL!

MOUNT TRIASSIC HAD JUST ERUPTED! ASHES VEILED THE SKY AS AN OMINOUS RUMBLING ENSUED.

"IT IS AS PROPHESIED!" SCREAMED HIS BUDDY PTERANODON IN UTTER HORRIFICATION. "THE GODS OF DINOLAND ARE RETURNING! WE MUST REPENT, OR DIE AND SUFFER IN ETERNAL AGONY!"

"FUCK THAT; I'M AN ATHEIST" SAID BRONTOSAURUS.

UNFORTUNATELY - ATHEIST OR NOT - NOTHING CAN SAVE BRONTOSAURUS AND FRIENDS NOW. NOT EVEN BOW TIE.

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**^{This picture, however, is shown as pink because pink is a much happier colour. Besides, the word "pinkening" sounds atrocious and unrefined.}

Warning: This is a purely fictional account of an ancient apocalypse. Do not include this as reference material for research projects of any kind.