"Thank you," Setsuna said sipping an orange cosmopolitan.
"For a dinosaur, Mr. Bigmouth sure makes good cocktails," Dirk said, sipping a martini.
"Yeah, the Great Valley completely pulverizes all paleontological discoveries. I mean, the dinosaurs have a culture and even a common language!" Al replied.
"Mr. Bigmouth makes good cocktails period. Even at Vegas, the cocktails were inferior to his," Dr. Zanasiu said.
Deimos turned to Jason. "The turret is remote controlled. In fact, the controller is in my room," he said, taking a sip of beer.
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Some of the mages in the transport plane were complaining about the protective suits.
The Goat sighed. "Look, the area we will be invading is contaminated with mustard gas. If you enter the area without protective equipment you will be severely blistered and possibly die," he said.
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"Stripetail, I have to leave to guide the refugees to their encampments," Ms. Swimmer said. "I will be back to perform a Great Valley fire dance with the dinosaurs already here," she added, gesturing to the Fast-Runners and Swimmers standing in a group near the entrance.