It’s a story about awesome dinosaurs from Mars doing radical things! Motocross? Drag racing? Murder?!
As a special treat, Norm Sherman, Sleaze Patrol and Gringo Motel write and perform all the music for this episode.
“I want to buy a gun,” said the Thymomenoraptor. He moved his foreclaw along the glass case of pistols, counting them off: one, two, three, four. “That one.” He tapped the case; the glass squeaked.
“Why would a dinosaur need a gun?” asked the shop owner.
The owner’s gaze dropped to the three-inch claw that had chipped his display case.
“These are killing claws,” said the dinosaur, whose name was Tark. “For sheep, or cows. I merely want to disable an attacker with a precision shot to the leg or other uh, limbal region.”
“Uh-huh,” the owner said.
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Desiccated. Dry. Bloodless. That’s how their gray bodies were found. The aliens had finally messed with the wrong cow.
Okay folks, on with the show: