The age of the fallen beast

Previously

…She winked at her phone, then turned to Thorne. “So, Professor Grumpy-Pants, how do we get up there without becoming pterodactyl kibble?” Thorne surveyed the towering billboard, then glanced at the T-Rex, which had resumed its mournful performance, oblivious to the aerial assault. “We need a distraction,” he said, a sly smile finally gracing his lips. “And I think I know just the thing.” He looked at Rexy, then at the T-Rex. “Sterling, can you convince our aspiring actor that a dramatic monologue requires a more… elevated stage?”