Stanley had a large smile plastered on his face as he sat on the couch adjacent to Austin. He tried to put on a cheery and approachable facade that, while played up, wasn't too far from the truth. The would-be business mogul knew a lot about the business side of things but just in case Austin tried to dig deep into the more nuanced aspects of the cloning of dinosaurs, Stanley brought along Dr.Nixon. The duo looked like near polar opposites, one like a cowboy and the other a cold doctor. Despite the clashing aesthetic Stanley figured it would be for the best to have some brains to back up his charisma.

"Firstly Austin I'd like to thank you for having us on. I'm no stranger to being on the tele but I'd be lying if I weren't mighty impressed with the setup y'all have here." Stanley said, maintaining his smile and making sure to stay animated in his responses. He wanted to come off as humbled since that's what he was. With the sharp decline of his previous business, Stanley had a new look on life and was grateful for the opportunity he now possessed to start anew.

"Now for the first dilemma I believe that'd be a loaded question. Legally the critters at my Dino-land are in a bit of a grey area, lotta the laws that relate to animals of the present day don't necessarily relate to the residents of Dino-Land." Stanley began though he raised a finger as if to object to himself at the end of his spiel. "That having been said, at Dino-Land we treat every one of our dinosaurs as they should be; with kindness, compassion and, care. Just because they lie in a grey area of the law doesn't mean we should be treating 'em as such in practice." Stanley finished, sitting back in his seat. He had some pretty big aspirations for Dino-Land but even from a young age Stanley wasn't partial to the mistreatment of any living creature. They lived and breathed like any human and deserved the same amount of respect.

Stanley took a sip of his water as Austin asked his follow up question. The water tasted stale but Stanley wasn't sure if that was an oversight on the crew's part, a malicious deed or, he was just wasn't used to city water. With the second question finished, Stanley put down his glass to reply. "Well Austin, we wouldn't have been able to get here with a little bit of splicing now would we? I think Dr.Nixon would be a little better equipped to answer about our stance on tamperin' with genes." Stanley said, deferring to the doctor. Dr.Nixon stood up a little straighter as he began to address Austin and the crowd. 

"The first dinosaurs created at the ill-fated Jurassic park had to make do with incomplete genetic sequences. Even today our facilities struggle to choose the best replacements for what's been lost to time and we don't plan on stopping at good enough. It may not have looked like it but many of the dinosaurs created in the infancy of this science were genetic jenga towers, one sunburn away from being a biological wreck. With the advancements in the field of cloning and genetic engineering we can now create dinosaurs with more confidence that they will be able to live long and happy lives with less risk of genetic deficiencies. Like I said before, we will not be stopping at good enough though and at-" Dr.Nixon sighed for just a moment in preparation for what he was about to say "Stanley Buckwild's Dino-Land we plan to continue to push the envelope in genetics so we may provide a better experience for visitors of our park and ensure our dinosaurs live longer and healthier lives."

As Dr.Nixon finished his answer, Stanley gave him a firm pat on the back. Stanley knew Dr.Nixon wasn't as used to being on the boob-tube as he was but he was proud of his employee's performance. During this affirmation came Austin's next question, of which Stanley once more took the lead. "Our security are there for your security. At the moment our park isn't sporting nothing overly aggressive or partial to meat but we do have aspirations of expanding our facilities to house dinos of that sort. Being said, we'll be making sure to have more than enough infrastructure in place before we go about bringing in more dinos. What we have in place at the moment in terms of dino-wranglers, fencing and emergency protocols is more than enough to keep our guests and employees safe. Long answer short not only is our security team ready to lay their lives on the line, we've made many preparations so that they wont need to." Stanley said, his iconic smile gone from his face as he took the question very seriously. Parks of this nature were notorious for breakouts and while Stanley wasn't confident one wouldn't happen one day, he was going to be sure he and his team were prepared for it.

"Would you like to take this one doc?" Stanley said as he pushed the issue of deadly viruses onto his lead scientist. "Sure. Fact of the matter Austin, we can't be certain. There's no guarantees in nature let alone what we're doing. I can attest we are doing our due diligence of quarantining new clones, doing blood work and extensive testing in the hopes of not only preventing an outbreak but devising a way of curing it. Not all companies may take our cautious route to science and if we can make some breakthroughs in curing these ancient viruses before they get out by way of someone else's carelessness I will be able to rest easy at night." Dr.Nixon explained, once more getting a firm if more brief pat from his boss as Austin rattled off his next question.

"That's the million dollar question ain't it Austin? Excuse me for soundin' like a broken record but I can assure you we will be taking the best care that we can of our park's residents. I won't lie to you and say we won't be doing some routine bloodwork and a few tests every once in a while to help future generations of clones but nothin' worse than you'd have at a pet's check up. Like I said, these living, breathing animals deserve every ounce of respect we can give 'em." Stanley said, deciding to keep his answer here a little shorter as he believed he'd said all he needed to say about the treatment of the animals in his first answer. Now came a question hitting much closer to home. Once more Stanley's smile faded and his confidence seemed to wane a bit but he continued to power on.

"I was given a sinking ship by my father. The company was still profitable I might add but we were seeing less and less returns every year. I had to make the hard choice of switchin' gears and moving us into some pretty uncharted territories with the dinosaur entertainment business. Given the chance to make that choice again I'd bet my last dollar on Dino-Land everyday of the week." Stanley said, his smile returning some more. "My daddy was an oil mogul. Me? I'm fixin' to be a dino mogul."