“Now that is funny. What would you call that, my friend?” Brutus asked.
“I think that’s what’s called a reptile dysfunction.” Ryker smiled.
“A what?” Brutus asked.
Ryker looked at Brutus, who was still fascinated at the giant lizards flying around the room, being shot at by their own weapons. He didn’t want to tell him, but the big hairy ape was starting to grow on him too.
“Oh, never mind, Bigfoot. Probably nothing a big guy like you’d ever have to worry about,” Ryker answered. “But I think we should get the fuck out of here before this party’s over. That’s gonna be a hell of a mess to clean up.”