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Clamped in the jaws of this 70 myo tyrannosaurid: a human femur. Now my weirdly dressed visitor says it belonged to her father. I offer to trade it for a ride to the Gretaceous. Then I ask "why didn't you go rescue him?" "That scumbag is right where I want him," she replies, and pulls the trigger of what turns out to be a stun gun. I wake up in the dark with no ride and no anomalous skull. Shit.