You're always hungry, Marguerite. Psst! Harold! What's that?
I think it's a gecko.
Really? It looks like an alien. It says "gecko" right on it.
Only if you can't spell.
Geckos are tasty.
Oooh! Let's get it, then!Look! It's making coffee. What's it doing now?
It's reading The Economist.
A gecko that reads The Economist?
You're right, it must be an alien. Do you think it's still tasty?
We're Tyrannosaurs, we'll eat anything!
Oh yeah. Let's go! Hey! What's it got there? A mechanical minion!
It's coming for me!
(* Harold! There's the Mountain of Steak! Let's get it instead!
Naw. You know what happened last time. It's too fluffy.
Ah, right. But maybe we could go for the Soft Underbelly.)