Deimos nodded and knocked on Capt, Milos's door. "Capt. Milos, sir! Stripetail, Rime, Mr. Bigmouth and myself are planning for defense," he said
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Hans, Franz and Werner engaged in some slightly more energetic dancing. Their LED headlamps, ironically, fit very well with the rave-inspired dance they were doing.
Ms. Swimmer cleared her throat. "Everyone, I would like to have your attention. The Great Valley's fire dancers are here to preform tonight,"
Some other dinosaurs sat at wooden tables that they were planning to use as improvised drums.