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	"I'm just saying, I don't understand why we don't eat them, too."  Rafael and his roommate found themselves lazily sprawled out on their own individual mismatched couches in a dimly lit living room, their eyes glued to the television playing in front of them.  The air was hazy and odorous, a remnant of the herbs they had just burned.  Raf, the huskier half, was in his 'work uniform': a single off-white sock, black basketball shorts and a faded blue shirt that was clearly a size too small.  His roommate, Dave, was only slightly more presentable.  The man was skinny, clean shaven and his outfit was complete with a pair of jeans, [i]two [/i]socks (both clean!) and an appropriately fitting dark shirt.  However, resting on the top of Dave's head was a meticulously groomed mullet that the man assured everyone was just for the ladies.

	"[color=f7941d]The fuck are you talking about, bro,[/color]" asked Raf, hardly moving his limp body as he took in the nature program on the screen.

	"I mean, we eat chickens, right?"

	"[color=f7941d]...yeah...[/color]" Raf's eyebrow began to raise a little.

	"Because they can't really fly.  They're easy to catch, y'know," insisted Dave.

	"[color=f7941d]...yeah, but-[/color]"

	"Now, hold on a sec," Dave interrupted.  "We also eat turkeys, right?  Got a whole gah'dang holiday for it, man!  You feel me?"  Raf's eyes began to furrow, but his gaze still refused to leave the television set as he took in Dave's musings.  "Turkeys are shitty at flying, too!  Therefore..."

	"[color=f7941d]Dude![/color]" Raf quickly sat up.  And by quickly, I mean there was was a minor struggle, several bodily adjustments, and one split second of utter panic when he thought he might fall off the couch.  "[color=f7941d]No one wants to eat penguins, you stupid ass redneck looking idiota!  Look at them![/color]" Rafael gestured toward the screen where the nature show was broadcasting a mother penguin cozying up to her chicks.  "[color=f7941d]They're cute!  No one wants to eat cute shit![/color]"

	"People eat rabbits.  Rabbits are cute," Dave retorted.

	"[color=f7941d][i]Your[/i] people eat rabbits, pinche gringo.[/color]"  Rafael stood up and stretched a bit before turning toward the kitchen.  "[color=f7941d]You want a beer?[/color]"  Dave responded with an elevated thumbs up before letting his arm fall back down lifelessly with a thud.

	Rafael opened the old refrigerator and stared into the darkness within.  The lightbulb had gone out last week. Dave, Rafael and their other roommate, Tom, had an intense tournament of 3-way Roshambo.  The loser would have to go to the store to get the bulb.  After several losses, a temper tantrum and a thrown fork, Rafael accepted defeat and the responsibility of taking care of the light.

	"[color=f7941d]Too high,[/color]" he muttered to himself as an excuse.  "[color=f7941d]Gonna have to do it tomorrow.[/color]"  It was his daily mantra.  He reached into the darkness and came back with two cold bottles of brew.  Usually Tom would be drinking with his roommates as well, but he actually had a legitimate 9-5 job as a janitor in some hoity toity office building.  Tom had given the name of the company several times, but Raf couldn't be bothered to remember.

	He kicked the fridge shut with his bare foot and turned to return to the living area.  He suddenly paused for a moment and stood very still.  He could have sworn... 

	"[color=f7941d]Ay, man, did you feel that?[/color]"

	"I feel ma'dang tongue drying up with you taking so damn long," Dave called back.

	Then Raf felt it again.  A tremor.  He recalled a trick he learned from a documentary about dinosaurs or something that he saw a while back.  He put the beer bottles down on the countertop and stared into them.  Just as suspected, simultaneous ripples formed within just as Raf felt a third tremor.

	"[color=f7941d]Oh shit... OH SHIT, DUDE![/color]" He yelled out as he took a double-fisted grip of his own long, unkempt, black hair.

	"What is it, man?" Dave asked, looking slightly annoyed as he sat up. "Why the hell are you freaking out?"

	"[color=f7941d]The fucking ripples, bro!  There's...![/color]"  Rafael quickly looked for the nearest window.  He spotting the one just above the sink and hurried over to it, manhandling the blinds for a peak outside.  "[color=f7941d]There's a fucking T-Rex coming! I can literally fucking [i]feel [/i]it![/color]"

	"You have lost your damn mind.  Do you really think you need that beer right now?"  Begrudgingly, Dave stood up and started walking toward the same window.  Then the tremor hit again, but harder.  Closer.  Dave's eyes went wide like a deer in headlights.  The doubt he once had almost completely vanished as he pushed Rafael aside to get his own glimpse into the outside world.

	"[color=f7941d]I told you, bro! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.  Do you see it?  Is it out there?[/color]"  Rafael began pacing frantically around the kitchen, his hands shaking with adrenaline.

	"I don't... wait!  I think I... Aw maaan."

	"[color=f7941d]What is it?! What do you see?![/color]" Raf demanded.  Dave took his hands off the blinds, letting them snap back into position before picking up the beer bottles and shoving one into Rafael's chest.  

	"Ain't no damn T-Rex's out there, you simple bastard.  Just some giant lady knocking shit over.  T-Rex's aren't real."  Dave casually made his way over to his preferred couch before plopping down and opening his beer.

	Raf wasn't totally sure how to process that information.  He sort of looked at his hands for a minute and then back at the closed window.  [color=f7941d][i]This is some good ass weed[/i][/color], he decided.  [color=f7941d][i]I probably oughtta up the price[/i][/color].  A business man at work.  He then looked back to Dave.  "[color=f7941d]Hey, bro, we should order a pizza, right?[/color]"  Dave hoisted up the thumb of approval.