Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.