My house has become the stomping ground for a T-Rex. I'm not sure how he escaped from the late Jurassic and ended up in my living room. It's even learned to open the fridge, when I shouted "What are you doing in my refrigerator?" It replied, in roar, of course "T-Rex's eat meat." Then it stomped on it's way. Don't believe me? Here's proof:
(Please excuse the camera shake. It's hard to get a clear photo when the ground is shaking with each step of this mighty dinosaur.)
