Outside the house, our house, stomps a forty ton brontosaurus. I told Smithy to shoot him two months ago, but clearly that never happened. The little guy was cute when I found him in the marshes, but now he's huge. I never really got attached to him like Smithy did, and I sure don't know where he hid the thing. Man, could that dinosaur eat grass. I'm talking non-stop, wall-to-wall grazing. I knew the thing was going to grow to some giant-ass size. Now the damn streets are empty and everyone is waiting to see what the monster does next.