"It's fine, it tells people everything they need to know," Yamato hisses to Barry. "It's straightforward."
"I think we can just ask them," Sora says. "But we'll see."
A few more steps, and they emerge out into a clearing where two dinosaurs are talking. One is gigantic -- larger than Monzaemon was, even -- and bright red, looking very much like a cartoonishly proportioned T-rex; while the other is smaller, and blue with red stripes, with a mop of reddish hair, and a pendant with an eight-pointed sun on it around its neck.
"Brooo," says the red one.
"Bro-o-o-o," replies the blue one, throwing up its stubby arms.
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"I think we can just ask them," Sora says. "But we'll see."
A few more steps, and they emerge out into a clearing where two dinosaurs are talking. One is gigantic -- larger than Monzaemon was, even -- and bright red, looking very much like a cartoonishly proportioned T-rex; while the other is smaller, and blue with red stripes, with a mop of reddish hair, and a pendant with an eight-pointed sun on it around its neck.
"Brooo," says the red one.
"Bro-o-o-o," replies the blue one, throwing up its stubby arms.