"Excuse me, citizen of Earth? Can I get a word about the events of the day?"
Registering the sounds, the velociraptor turns, slowly, and looks at its prey. The humanoid does not appear to notice, and raises his arm to his face. A number of small square lights on his wrist switch on.
"Space Ghost here, reporting live from downtown L.A., where these citydwellers are having some trouble with transport within the city. Citizen dinosaur, you're new to the area. What is stopping you from getting around?" He offers his wrist to the dinosaur, a small red blinking light on the wristband indicating that recording is in progress.
The dinosaur bites! ...and watches, stunned, as its jaws pass straight through the arm.
"Not going to talk, huh? Well, listen, pal, listen to me. I don't need to know why you're in trouble. I can tell. When you have a bad attitude, no one is going to want to spend time with you on public transportation. And buddy? Your attitude stinks."
The velociraptor doesn't really care about much more than biting.
"Fine. Fine. But don't come crying to me about the death of journalism!"
He blasts the raptor with his wristband, and it falls down, stunned. The area isn't yet completely devoid of hapless civilians, and where there's peril, there's local area niche interest news. Space Ghost stalks off, determined to find someone to interview.
SPACE GHOST | SPACE GHOST COAST TO COAST
Registering the sounds, the velociraptor turns, slowly, and looks at its prey. The humanoid does not appear to notice, and raises his arm to his face. A number of small square lights on his wrist switch on.
"Space Ghost here, reporting live from downtown L.A., where these citydwellers are having some trouble with transport within the city. Citizen dinosaur, you're new to the area. What is stopping you from getting around?" He offers his wrist to the dinosaur, a small red blinking light on the wristband indicating that recording is in progress.
The dinosaur bites! ...and watches, stunned, as its jaws pass straight through the arm.
"Not going to talk, huh? Well, listen, pal, listen to me. I don't need to know why you're in trouble. I can tell. When you have a bad attitude, no one is going to want to spend time with you on public transportation. And buddy? Your attitude stinks."
The velociraptor doesn't really care about much more than biting.
"Fine. Fine. But don't come crying to me about the death of journalism!"
He blasts the raptor with his wristband, and it falls down, stunned. The area isn't yet completely devoid of hapless civilians, and where there's peril, there's local area niche interest news. Space Ghost stalks off, determined to find someone to interview.