It was supposed to be a normal vacation. Well, as normal as going on a Jet2 holiday to Jurassic Park can get. Alas, the giant black Star Destroyer in the parking lot had other plans. “Lord Vader, I think you made a wrong turn-“ “SHUT UP LARRY I NEVER MAKE WRONG TURNS-“ Poor Larry. He was then kicked off the Star Destroyer, and told to go find “whoever ran this place”. So he did. “So that’s what that big black spaceship looking thing is?” “Yes, Mr. Hammond.” “Well. I’m afraid that if you’re not paying guests, you won’t be able to park there-“ Hammond was then picked up by a pterodactyl and flown away. Larry backed away fearfully. “What was that?!” “Pterodactyl.” Larry jumped. “Who are you?!” “Jeff- Oh crap where’s my script with my name on it- Oh yeah-“ The strange man cleared his throat. “I’m Ian Malcolm.”
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