"What are you doing?" asked the brontosaurus.
The stegosaurus turned to look at it, a cigarette hanging from its mouth.
"I'm sawing the pipes off the back of this fridge. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Don't you think that's bad for the environment?"
"The environment? Who gives a shit about that?"
The stegosaurus stopped sawing and grabbed a can of deodorant from the table. It sprayed under each arm.
"You're ridiculous," said the brontosaurus. "You just don't care about the consequences."
The brontosaurus left, passing the huge pile of burning tyres in the stegosaurus' garden. It got into its electric car, which was parked behind the stegosaurus' gas-guzzler, and drove away at speed.
The meteor drew closer.
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