welcome to jurassic world.

watch out, that boulder is falling on you!

would you please stop that damned whistling?

you’re doing this deliberately to irritate me, aren’t you?

no, i’m doing it to amuse myself. irritating you is just a side benefit.

well, i hope you’re amused.

actually, it’s had to determine what’s more amusing- your irritation or your holier-than-thou attitude

all right. if you like. i couldn’t watch us act like sheep, always turning the other cheek.

but then, you had to be here to see that.

come on, let’s go.

drop dead.

i’ve no immediate plans to do so

i not making myself sufficiently clear?

you take the lead. you be in charge, you satisfy your ego and your desire to run the show. i’ll be right behind you, applauding your every move.

you’re impossible.

problem, [insert name / title] ?

of course there’s a problem. what are you, blind? i’m in a pit, for crying out loud!

yes, so i see.

you know, as i recall, someone said to leave everything to them. ‘don’t try to help me,’ they said. now who was that? i wonder, i wonder…

you know, [insert name] … you’re really starting to get on my nerves.

once upon a time, that was endearing. now it’s just tedious.

maybe i expected too much. 

i thought i could look to someone i admired to do the right thing, not out of self-aggrandizement, not out of self-enrichment, but simply because it was right.

well, this has been enchanting. truly.

maybe you were right.

what kind of deity would consider slaughtering innocents because of what they might become in the future? 

what happens to free will?

you want to know something?

looking like an idiot is one thing, but being an idiot is something else.

i’m not sure if i’m supposed to take that as a compliment or not.

you don’t hear me laughing.

you signed on with me, so your time is mine to waste.

you know, i’m getting pretty damned sick of you. 

i’m getting sick of your constant whining over how nothing and nobody from your checkered past is as good as you remember. 

i’m sick of your overbearing overconfidence. 

i’m sick of the way you look at me…

and how do i look at you, precisely?

like i’m not good enough to be working with you.

you think you can do better?

how sweet of you to care. 

if you don’t have anything intelligent to say, just keep your mouth shut.

since when have we been together in this?

looking to me for a decision? i’m honored.

this is beginning to frighten me a little

you certainly took your sweet time

god, look at you.

do you have any idea how annoying you are?

my god, [insert name], you look like you’ve been through a war.

you’ve got to be kidding.

believe in whatever you want to believe in. me, i know the truth- and that’s all that matters.

you thank me and not [insert pronoun] . why is that?

i want you to acknowledge that i would likely be dead if it weren’t for [insert pronoun]. unless that doesn’t matter to you, either.

those things you said about me- did you mean all that, or was it just to annoy those sanctimonious twits?

watch your back, okay?

actually, i was planning on blaming it all on you.

so i’m your scapegoat?