
I think this guy is fantastic. He has a tiny head, which suggests royal lineage, and then the business end of him is all full of these god-awful spikes. With those things as a deterrent to all the ruckus and mayhem that was going on back then, he had enough time and leisure for his gentlemanly pursuits, such as backgammon and egg-in-a-spoon. Then one day he had a son, and he tried to pass on the traditional ways but his was was a punk:

And the son went and got himself colored all funny and was like "fuck you dad, I'm a punk!" And the father was of course distraught. He tried to impress on his son how you might just get snuck up on and stabbed or drownded in a swamp by some other dinosaurs if you didn't look serious, and that with those colors it was hard to camoflauge the hangovers that make you vulnerable, but the son thought this was all rubbish and bourgeois snot-nosed palaver and so he moved to Kottbusser Tor and tried to make a living asking people for change. But no-one had any use for an unemployed punk stegosaurus.
This is what one of their teeth looked like:

Isn't that a fantastic tooth?
Who's your favorite dinosaur? If you say Tyrannosaurus Rex you're an asshole.
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Maybe "The hangovers that make you vulnerable" should be the new title of the bog? Just thinking out loud...
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