The Meister of Decimen City

by Brenna Raney

“If the Lightning tries to fight you, don’t stick around. There’s no shame in running away.” “There’s so much shame in running away.” “There’s more shame in getting your ass kicked by a superhero. And frankly, I don’t think you need more brain damage.”

The assistant—Hammond? Hansen?—raised an eyebrow. “You want the city to release the horde of dinosaurs back to the mad scientist who set them loose on Main Street?” “This didn’t happen because I’m mad,” Rex protested, pointing at the assistant. “It happened because my lab techs are incompetent.”

“Am I having a gay crisis?” “Why does it have to be a crisis? Maybe you’re just having a gay.”

“Agreed,” the dinosaurs whispered. “And we wish for you to know, Mother, in this state we have named ourselves Dino Might.”