A Giant Lunch for a Giant Appetite

Professor Ferguson leaned against the Silver Dollar bar, his eyes alight with the fire of a man who had glimpsed secrets hidden in the dust of time.

“You see,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of conviction, “dinosaurs didn’t succumb to some mass extinction event. No, they were simply the prehistoric snacks of the Nephilim.”

The bartender, accustomed to the eccentricities of Virginia City’s patrons, raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“But why?”

Ferguson’s grin widened, his gaze distant yet intense.

“Because,” he declared, “when ancient beings stroll through time, they craved a hearty meal, and what’s heartier than a dinosaur?”