Narrator: OPERATION: MAKE FRIENDS WITH THAT GUY: DAY FOUR
T-Rex: No response to my email proposing paltimes has been received. I am therefore, and reluctantly, forced to employ escalation tactics. As of 0800 hours...
T-Rex: ...I have sent a FACEBOOK FRIEND REQUEST.
Dromiceiomimus: Out of the blue? Wow. Gutsy move, man.
T-Rex: Bold? Yes. Daring? Absolutely. Brave, even intrepid? No doubt. For these are all qualities I possess - and qualities I'd be willing to share... WITH A FRIEND.
T-Rex: (That's what I wrote in my friend request, incidentally)
Narrator: OPERATION: MAKE FRIENDS WITH THAT GUY: DAY FIFTEEN
T-Rex: This may be my last entry.
Utahraptor: Oh no!
T-Rex: Morale low; supplies dwindling. Reconnaissance indicates he's accepted other friend requests sent AFTER mine. Only move left seems to be cancelling friend request and resending it. A desperate move. Desperate times.
Utahraptor: Dude, you wanna, like... get dinner or something?
Narrator: OPERATION: MAKE FRIENDS WITH THAT GUY: DAY THIRTY
T-Rex: WHAT THE HELL, now his Facebook shows him looking for jobs in ANOTHER COUNTRY?! This, my friends - THIS -
T-Rex: *sigh*
T-Rex: - this is why people decide to go live in the woods forever
