As a group of us were gathered in the hall around the time we would normally gather around 11pm (early in the evening), the subject of cancer was brought up. We were talking about how everything nowadays is said to cause cancer in some way, shape or form. Then one of my friends asked if there was anything that actually didn't cause cancer. Funnily enough, one of my friends suggested that watercress not only does not cause cancer, but could prevent cancer. *Side Note* I believe that the speculation on whether or not this is true is still in debate *End Side Note*. I asked what exactly watercress tasted like, because I have experienced my share of sunburn in my lifetime and would most assuredly NOT like to get skin cancer. The reply was simple: grass. Everyone started joking about how nasty that is, but I interjected that it didn't taste that bad. Laughing ensued, and then came the comment that changed the subject randomly:
Next thing we'll know, we'll see Daryn (that's me) crouched out in the Thunderdome (the grassy area outside our dorm) eating grass in the middle of the night, and he'll scamper away like an animal when he's spotted.
Yes, all serious questions that I needed answered. The point is, this conversation was going great places in our preparedness against the eventual dinosaur invasion that would surely come if we attempted to recreate this dreadfully realistic portrayal of dinosaurs under control. We decided that no matter where someone was, tall grass could strike at ANY TIME! Running in the street: RAPTOR ATTACK! Walking in the woods: DEFINITE RAPTOR ATTACK! Snowboarding: RAPTOR ATTACK! You ALWAYS have to be on the look out for flying tall-grass. This ain't no Pokémon that you can just run away from or make faint. No, this is not an opportunity to use a Masterball (let's be honest, the only Pokémon worth catching with a Masterball was Electebuzz... *shakes head back an forth*). When you see tall grass creeping towards you, you RUN! Not like it would matter much anyway, unless you're in a kitchen that is chromed out, you're done for!
Then the conversation took a turn for the worst possible topic ever. That's right, I'm not just talking about a dinosaur invasion and the likelihood of survival with all our advanced weaponry anymore... We moved into the realm of zombie dinosaurs. Just imagine that... not only have they been remade from frog DNA and whatnot, but we somehow spliced the genes perfectly WRONG to make them a horde of zombies! Terrible TERRIBLE consequences. This is quite literally the point where we all just agreed on one possible outcome: Nuke 'em. That's it and that's all. We left the conversation there, stomachs hurting from the terrible laughter that continued on and on throughout. Though, I will say, I remained quite serious throughout due to my absolute dread that this could actually all happen one day...
I mean, look at the news. That NC State professor just found living DNA within a dinosaur fossil. It's just one or two simple steps until the eventual zombie dinosaur apocalypse. I'll be darned if I'm not prepared! They're afraid of fire, that much I can be sure of!