Recently I was harrassed by a certain dinosaur called a dilophosaurus. Some of you may remember this dinosaur as the cute little thing in Jurassic Park that wasted Newman from Seinfeld with some acid spit or something. This dinosaur harrassed me by saying, and I quote, "I could take you."
I dispute this claim.
I'll overlook the fact that dinosaurs are extinct and this spitting business was ungrounded speculation. That's not the issue. The issue is the face-off. This dilophosaurus is four feet tall and, aside from this acid spit crap, completely defenseless. I, however, am comparatively large and, well, similarly defenseless. But I'm resourceful and have a long, storied history of foiling many-a-smuggler, and the only thing the dilophosaurus ever took down is a slow, confused fat guy. That gives me the advantage. So assuming I can get past the spit (and trust me, that won't be a problem), this fight is smooth sailing for yours truly. I win.
This brings the tally to:
Flipper 1, Challengers 0.
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