DREAMATORIUM DREAMS
Troy shut the door behind Abed as they entered the Dreamatorium. 'What if we did something different than Inspector Spacetime? What about Aliens Meets the Five-Armed Lizard People?'
Abed tilted his head and pondered for only the briefest of moments. 'Cool.' He blinked. 'Cool, cool, cool.'
'So, you want to be an alien, or a lizard person?'
'Depends on which one has the arms to be able to fly the spaceship.'
Troy looked around as the grid lined walls shifted around them and resolved into a spaceship with controls positioned for tiny arms.
'Abed, they're lizards, not dinosaurs.'
'My bad.'