So it turns out that Johnny Sweatpants and I happen to be travelling to the same city on the same day, although for different reasons. So Johnny says to me "Hey, instead of getting your own hotel room, why don't you crash in mine? We'll be asleep when you get in, but just come in and make yourself at home." Which is great, except that "we" means Johnny and his pet velociraptor. So I'm stumbling around in this dark hotel room, trying to be quiet, but I'm also on the lookout for this lethal dinosaur that's supposed to be friendly, but you never know. Suddenly I'm aware of an animal's head bumping against my thigh -- I recoil in fear that my whole leg is about to get chomped, but it turns out Johnny also brought his dog, who is nuzzling me for attention.
Just before I wake up I see that the raptor is curled up next to Johnny in bed, fast asleep and also much smaller than those depicted in Jurassic Park. So everything's fine.
Thanks for that one, Johnny Sweatpants. You weirdo.
(Picture is the cover of Marvel's Runaways #6)
