> Gertie zooms around on her short legs until she stops on a viewing platform at the bluffs Volcarelda is named after.
> In front of her stands an abnormally short microraptor in overalls. His bust is like half the length of his arms at best.
> He looks up to her with an unchanging, smug smile that puts her ill at ease.
> Both stare at each other for a few, yet strangely long, seconds. Gertie is about to break the ice, when the microraptors drawls:
> "You're... ugly."
> Gertie gasps in shock. She knows she's no masterwork of nature, but no one has told her that straight to her face since middle school. How old is this guy?
> Satisfied with his extremely creative insult, the microraptor performs a victorious hoedown. The knock of his shoes against the wooden floor and the clapping of his palms ring with insolence.
> Gertie suddenly notices Inco standing next to her. When did he get here?
> His eyes are shooting knives at the raptor. What follows goes so fast, she barely has the time to register any of it:
> Driven by murderous yet righteous instincts, he grabs the microraptor, lifts him above his head, winds up his whole upper body and throws him in the direction of the nearby memorial, Mount Snootmore.
> Gertie and Inco watch as the microraptor screams and flies toward the immortalized faces of a purple triceratops, a pale pterodacyl, a featureless human and a pink velociraptor.
> The pterodactyl gulps the helpless raptor with appetite. It all seems over when the triceratops' eyes widen. It's as if some of those heads shared the same digestive system, and that last meal did not agree with them.
> Without any warning, Mount Snootmore transforms into an explosion that spreads at an alarming speed
> Gertie and Inco only have a split second to scream before being engulfed in smokes and fire along with the vicinity.