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"Why would a dinosaur need a gun?" asked the shop owner.

"Self-defense."

The owner's gaze dropped to the three-inch claw that had chipped his display case.

"These are killing claws," said the dinosaur, whose name was Tark. "For sheep, or cows. I merely want to disable an attacker with a precision shot to the leg or other uh, limbal region."

"Uh-huh," the owner said. "Or maybe you figure humans shoot each other all the time, but if someone turns up ripped in half the cops are gonna start lookin' for dinosaurs."

Tark carefully pounded the counter. "There used to be a time," he said, "when gun dealers would actually sell people guns! A time . . . called America. I miss that time."

Let Us Now Praise Awesome Dinosaurs.

Speaking of books! Remember Asterios Polyp, which I recommended a few days ago? I am now UPPING my recommendation to "This is one of the best comics I've ever read". I really loved it, you guys! PERHAPS YOU WILL LOVE IT AS WELL?

One year ago today: so yeah the only cure for boner fever is fewer boners. hey thanks for reading my comic today everyone!!

– Ryan