A photo of me and my tyrannosaurus out for a stroll on a lovely day. The shot was taken at Prehistoric Gardens on the Oregon Coast near Port Orford. Rexxy was on his best behavior and only snapped up a couple of passing tourists. Most of the populace was spared further mayhem.
I think it was my firm, commanding voice, when I said, “No! No! No! Spit him out!”
You just have to speak loudly. And whatever you do–do not let him smell fear on you.
It’s sort of like ordering velociraptors around at Jurassic World.
Or Chase Armstrong giving rexes human-aversion training in Dinosaur Tales.