“In case you didn’t notice, Jack, you’re strapped to a dinosaur.” Pugs was drooling with excitement and kept slurping between loud, nasal breaths.
Jack opened his eyes and looked around. Pugs was right. Jack stared at the little rat-dog, held aloft by a thick-necked minotaur in a pin-striped suit. The tips of the aminal’s horns were five feet apart.
“I no…
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