*It's just another boring day on Prehistoric Earth. There's snow. Terrorsaur's complaining of the cold and refusing to leave the cave - ironic considering his usual claustrophobia. And Waspinator has more target practice drones, but no inclination to use them.*
*It's autumn here now, and the large rose garden is still stubbornly in bloom even though the leaves have changed color. The weather is clear and the sky blue with only a few wispy white clouds. Sometimes prehistoric Earth can be simply beautiful. But who has time to stop and look some days?*
*Waspinator makes sure to pick up a clip of ammo for his gun that contains ammo shells that lack their normal dose of cybervenom. Not only is it pointless to waste it on organics when the empty shells are capable of killing most of the things on this planet, but it could also taint the meat and spoil dinner.*
*Waspinator is happily trying different kinds of low-sugar cookies and storing them away in containers. For the most part he's left his current guests alone... one is still unconcious and the other doesn't seem in much of a mood to talk*