Multiverse Zealot Cave again,
As far as we're concerned, the time-boom to the late weeks of the Triassic period... well, didn't work. You're not seeing any dinosaurs here, although the monkey test subjects are running rampant. I managed to strip on my news-anchoring gear with my microphone to stop one in the streets of Aperture with the question, "What the hell do you see?"
He responded, and I got the answer of gibberish and five hours of silence because he killed himself. He levitated upwards, screamed, leaked a few gallons of urine and fell to his death. Namely, fell to his death where he was subsequently ripped to shreds by nothing. My silence-o-matter-tron told me that he said he saw one of five-hundred things. I rounded it down to four by pushing the random button for another two hours.
URNS. DINOSAURS. BLACK HOLES. CAVE JOHNSON.
Any of which have an allegory meaning which extended beyond at least ten or so paragraphs. I read 'em all and deduced that Dinosaurs was the only option that made sense, which meant that the monkey told me he was seeing dinosaurs and not giant Cave Johnson's because, I'll be honest, the likelihood of monkeys being terrorized by giant me's, even if the percentage of that possibility is just numbers above in the .0001's, is astronomically low. It's also impossible because I'm Cave Johnson and I'm not -evil-.
Greg-bot #7 tells me, first of all, that I should go to hell. I didn't just fire his seventh-version ass, but I destroyed it! Aperture's going to hell when we have time for it; it's on my fifth to-do list and I'm on my second, so be patient! Before that, though, he also told me that, in about a week, we'll be raided by dinosaurs. I've managed to pull up my virtual chat screen with their leader who just so happens to sound exactly like me and that's what he told me.