…Interlude…
Hey y'all, sorry I haven't updated for YONKS, BUT, I have a good reason. Yes. My computer broke, cos I kinda unintentionally deleted windows…
Shut up, I have had too much piss taking already!
Yeah well, I watched Jurassic Park on a whim and found new inspiration for a possible sequel of this sequel! So sit tight those few remaning fans I do have (I got 7 new reviews this morning YAY) so here we go a chapter cos I'm on a friend's computer and she wants me to watch Trisha with her…
cough FREAK cough
And so, after much deliberation, everyone and thing and dinosaur around the park was hurriedly rushing to the visitor's centre, where Alan and Ellie were still sitting in a closet.
"I couldn't be happier Alan!" Ellie said, beaming.
"I could…" mumbled Alan, as he had just found his purse with a picture of Sparky lap-dancing in it. "Oh, I could…"
"Pardon?"
"Nothing, nothing…"
Suddenly good old Patrick burst in the door.
"CAUGHT YOU…oh. Damn."
"What the fuck are you doing Patrick?" Alan said, astounded.
"Er, I thought you were gonna be having sex or something, and, well, you, know, I, er, wanted, er,"-he started mumbling under his breath-"free porn…"
"You're sick Paddy, utterly sick, but that's not the point at this moment in time." Sir Kibblespit patted Paddy on the back and pushed him gently back in the main hall place where Eddie, Bob and Doc were standing looking kinda wary of eveeeeeryone.
"So, has anyone killed Roger yet?" Ellie smiled.
"Nah, do you really think we could? We didn't even find him." Bob sighed, polishing his gun.
Ellie blinked. "Are you not dead yet?"
"Oh for goodness sake I'M NOT GONNA DI-"
And then Roger came running in and bit off his head.
"Damn." Said Alan.
