Once again, Orochimaru and Kabuto were up to no good. Up in their laboratory, they were currently fiddling with goodness-knows-what.
"Kabuto," Orochimaru picked up a dinosaur bone. "How old is this bone?"
"Exactly one hundred million and three years, Orochimaru-sama!" Kabuto chirped. "Kabuto lives to please his master!" He smiled creepily.
Orochimaru gave an inward shudder and continued to fiddle with the bone. "How did you know the exact age?" He asked his young partner-in-crime.
"Well," Kabuto explained. "When I found this bone, a geologist told me it was one hundred million years old. And that was three years ago." Kabuto leered at Orochimaru in a rather pedophile-y way.
"I see..." Orochimaru shivered. It was time to find a new person to work with.