A velociraptor on long island... I made this up the other day. I don't have high hopes but what the hell: One day a velociraptor moved to Long Island. He was sick of life in the jungle and decided to try new things. Walking down the street one day, the velociraptor noticed a 'Help Wanted' sign resting on a diner window. Thinking that he should try his hand at small talk with the locals, the velociraptor went in and inquired about the job. The old man that owned the diner immediately took a liking to the cute little flesh devourer and hired him the next day. The velociraptor came in to work every day for the next five years, developing quite a reputation at the little diner; people didn't even care that he bit their limbs off occasionally. The old man even gave him a nickname: 'Sir Reverend Cassius Bartholemeu Frederico McSullivan XLIV, Destroyer of Worlds'. He also picked up the local accent. The velociraptor thrived in his new world. However, after a few years of working the diner, the velociraptor, being the walnut-brained chicken-sized prehistoric reptile that he was, got bored. One day on the job he rose his tiny little arms to the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs, ""I quit!"" In utter shock, the old man replied, ""But why, I thought you loved it here?"" the velociraptor opened the door and turned around: ""Sorry pops, I'm just a little dina' sore.""