The head of a carnivorous dinosaur snapped it's jaws over Space Ghost out of the jungle. As it raised up, blood spluttered and droolicking about its maw, a satchel was around it's neck with reigns to a saddle. On that saddle holding the riegns was Tim Curry. "Hello! Sorry, if that was your friend- but from how it sounded you prefer, at least I hope it's you I did come out a jungle without warning, sounded you prefer to be a free man. And something about Jedi- I happen to be one, care to come to the Jedi Temple here on Turok?" Said Mr. Curry.

Gaping at him, to my amazement, I nodded an okay.