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Hey, dad. Wouldn't it be funny if someone pushed the button for every floor?
(laughs briefly) Yeah, that would be funny.
Hmm... That wasn't as funny as I thought it was gonna be.
Ah, what jerk pushed all the buttons?
It was me! Isn't that funny?
Oh yeah, hilarious.
Sorry about that.
(sighs) It's fine. What brings you to the Stephenson building?
I'm a firearms salesman.
I had to pick up my son from school and didn't have time to drop him off at home.
That's too bad.
(sighs)
Ralph Sellers, by the way. And this is my son, Roy.
(laughs briefly) You're a salesman and your last name is Sellers? Now that is hilarious.
(laughs again, then pauses)
Anyway, I'm Henry Moffett. But you can call me Moffett.
Oh, cool! What's this? (Henry) Wait! Not this floor!
(Roy screams) (Ralph) Roy! No!
No! You can't go out there!
What was that?
It was a velociraptor. Specifically, a dinosaur.
Floor thirteen is full of them. No one uses it anymore.
Oh, don't worry. Your son's still alive, but not for long.
If you ever want to see him again, you better get down there quick.
Where are you going?
I'm going to work.
Oh, dang it.
(Ralph roars like a dinosaur)
Come on, Roy. Let's get out of here!
How did you make that noise?
(tyrannosaur roars)
Dad! Freeze! Their vision is based on movement!
Come on, Roy! Let's get out of here!
(Roy screams)
Eat this!
We made it.
I'm never coming to this building again.
Do you think the dinosaurs will ever escape from the thirteenth floor?
No. Not unless they figure out how to use elevators.