Big, fangy prehistoric creature. Some young idiot out with the quarantine group was on the network with a pair of cubs he'd gotten.

Take care. See me if you need patching up, and if you lose a limb or some fingers, at least try to bring 'em all back with you so I can sew them on again?

[With a shake of his head, Bones' hand moves to end the call, athough he hovers in case of any final questions.]