England

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"Jacob—I—you—we're saved!!" I exclaim at him. Jacob silently nods without expression.
"do not get out of my stomach just yet." he says. We are once more in danger: the trip away from the dinosaurs used up most of the tree leaves that he uses as fuel. and 18 century England doesn't seem to have much jungle. unless,
"Jacob  don't you have a cloneing divice?" I ask him. he once more silently nods. "clone the leaves!!!!" he does.

and then.... we are back to my time. but something is wrong.
with no fuel, Jacob can't remain in his human form. he is revealed as a robotic gallimimus. and someone spots him.
"runaway museum exhibit!!" they call and the cops come running.
"to the dog pound with you," they say to jacop, tearing my arm off of his robot one and we are separated. thy out him in a truck that says 'animal control ' and drive away. to the natrial history musium.

what do I do??

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