[clearly, he hasn't spent enough time around young children. Julien's not the world expert, but he was that young lately and knows a lot about birds.]

Whoah!

[The Triceratops shakes its great heavy head and starts to charge heavily. The primitive featherquills studding its hide make it look vaguely like it's been hit by lots of arrows. It's starting to turn as if it would like to come back around after what hit it, but it brushes against the portal - and is gone.]

Christ, sir, you're a piece of work. [He says this with nothing but admiration.] Now we really should get out of here before someone brings in a rex or something.