- >You are Employee #098263-A, a Hasbro Biotoys employee
- >Well...that WAS your designation
- >Now, you're just known as Tom
- >You've been promoted for doing so well with sciency shit
- >Mostly, you just sent fluffies to their deaths
- >The purpose of the experiment was to see if Alicorns were still intelligent with normal fluffy genes injected into them
- >They weren't
- >The results got you promoted for some reason
- >Now you're working on a new project
- >A biotoy aimed solely at boys
- >Your boss gave you 100% creative freedom on this
- >You have just over 6 months to come up with what you want to make
- >You plan on completing the project in that time frame
- >But what to make?
- >You pace around your lab for a few minutes
- "What would boys go crazy over...?"
- >Humanoid sex robot?
- >No. These are kids you're marketing towards
- >You jot that down to pitch to your boss later
- >Non-fluffy ponies?
- >Oh, wait. Those exist. They're called horses
- "Wait!"
- >Boys like dinosaurs, right?
- >That's it!
- >You'll clone some and test those out
- >What could possibly go wrong?
- >Fast forward 5 months
- >Everything went so, so wrong
- >You've managed to clone various dinosaur species and bring them to life
- >It was pretty difficult
- >You had to extract the DNA from fossils, incubate eggs, the works
- >You even had to do what they did in Jurassic Park and fill in a shit-ton of gaps
- >You didn't use frog DNA though
- >You don't want to risk any dinosaurs breeding
- >Even so, shit hit the fan pretty quick
- >You made Stegosaurs, Velociraptors, Ankylosaurs, and T-Rexes
- >Since your building is in Cleveland, you had the perfect opportunity to unveil your creations shortly after Spaghetti Land opened
- >You opened the pens on the third day of the park's operation
- "Alright...let's do this."
- >The dinosaurs obey you in part because of genetic coding, and because of the massive shock collars they wear
- >You were leading them out of the labs when the bombs went off
- >You were knocked unconscious as you were thrown against the Ankylosaur's armored plates
- >When you woke up, three of the dinosaurs were dead
- >They were killed by falling debris or shrapnel
- "Shit...hope the embryos are safe"
- >Wait. Three dead dinosaurs.
- >Velociraptor...Ankylosaurus...Stegosaurus...
- "Oh my fuck."
- >The T-Rex is loose
- >The T-Rex is loose in a city full of tourists and fluffies
- >And it was under your care
- >You are SO fired
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Sunny In Cleveland, Nonsense: Not As Planned, Part 1
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