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"Am I confusing you?" Greg asked again. " Jerry?" That's when I snapped back into reality. " Did you say I'm stuck on a teleporting island surrounded by force fields that keeps us in forever that's also full of vicious dinosaurs?" I asked. When he said yes I yelled " HELL YES IM CONFUSED!!!!!" Several minutes later he said he would show me. On the way back through the dining room I grabbed a apple. We went towards a set of stairs and went down them. When we got to the Bottom we found ourself in the forest out of the F.F.  It was a beautiful place. Greg kept walking, so I followed. There was a barley visible trail we were walking on. Suddenly Greg cursed softly a crouched. I did the same ( crouch not curse). He said to back up super slowly. I did... And fell over. He tensed. I looked around and saw nothing. Then I did. In a creek as big as a bus there was a giant head peeking out, reptilian eyes. Greg looked at me and mouthed I did not think about that. I'm sorry if you die. And I did something stupid. "Huh? Could ya speed up. It's just a dead croc-" It opened its eyes. "Run?" I asked. Not yet was his answer. The thing crawled out of the creek. It was as thick as the creek and was as tall as SUV and as long as a flat nose bus. It was a crocodile that even crocodile Dundee wouldn't mess with. It was staring at us. But it didn't have fierce fire in its eyes. It looked sad. And I soon saw why. Nearby I saw about five 7 foot "baby" crocs lying dead. Slit throats and abdomens. Only two babies were alive in the creek. The moms back left leg was a bleeding stump. It looked at us sad. It was shy. It was growling. As we backed up slowly, I asked Greg " Did a dinosaur do that? It didn't eat them. And we just missed it." He nodded and told me he was looking to show me a recently killed triceratops but this happened. "Jerry... There isn't a dinosaur capable of injuring Croc Pot. Jerry, Croc Pot is an apex predator. We got a problem. We need to ask for help. Jerry, RUN!!!!" And suddenly I heard crashing coming from behind us. The only place to run was towards Croc Pot and her mouth. We were doomed.

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