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She tapped her finger. "I'm not sure. I think I'll start with just a skeleton so I can focus more on making it act real."
"Not a dinosaur," he decided. "That's certain."
He opened the large wooden door. "Neither were you."
She was tapping her paper as she spoke, growing excited. "Some of the materials might be hard to find, but I think I'd be able to do it.."
"Yeah, well.. He flies. There wasn't a dinosaur this big who could fly like he does."
She folded her hands, putting down the pencil. "Well.. I was thinking. Maybe I could make a automaton that looks like me. Maybe I could try to...
He frowned, heading towards the building with a sigh. "He's not a dinosaur. That's for sure."
She frowned, stepping back to her workspace.
He shrugged. "Eh.."
She took a step towards the door hesitantly. "Is everything alright in there?"
He crossed his arms indignantly. "Ker is not a dinosaur. And I didn't have him then."
Aspen blinked, looking up. She stood, frowning. "Mr. Pemberly?"
"Oh, I wasn't in close connection. They didn't like me."
She huffed, pulling out a paper and beginning to write.
He hesitated slightly, letting the creature off on own. "I thought they were bluffing."
"So you're a fake?" She asked playfully, raising an eyebrow.
He pursed his lips in thought, before recalling. "Ah! I insulted their mothers."
She glanced at her workbench, a tired sigh escaping her. "Well what did you make when you did it?"
"No, no. I can't remember why. I think it was the mafia."
She glared playfully. "That's rude.. How do I pass the test?"
