[ WP ] A genie will grant you one wish . You wish to be the adult your younger self imagined you would be .

The twin-charged, nitro-methanol injected V-10 was bellowing its literally ear-shattering, 2200 horsepower howl, while the oversized tires worked with feet of suspension travel to soak up the bumps and dips of the badlands terrain. Tyrannosaurus Trux is a hardcore monster truck, and I love every minute I'm behind the wheel. It's got tow hooks on the front of it, coming off of frame extensions made to look like those funny little arms that a T-Rex has. The paint job is a metallic green scale pattern, with the hood and front fenders shaped like the open jaws and teeth of the same beast. It might be the most fantastic vehicle I've ever seen, and I've seen M1A1 main battle tanks in person. We've won a fair number of the events we've entered, and word is that Bigfoot's driver is getting pissed that so many little kids are showing up wearing T-Trux shirts. Heh heh. 
 
 I can see the dig site up ahead. We have an exciting find. We'd recieved a report of some huge ribs sticking out of the edge of a wash. Turns out it was an Apatosaur's rib cage. The skeleton looks pretty complete, and even has some material that looks to be fossilized soft tissue. What makes it even more exciting is that as we got down around the creatures hips, we found an adult Allosaur underneath. It looks like the Allosaur was attempting to bring down the much larger Apatosaur, but as they fought they were caught in a mudslide or something, and it buried them both alive. That's exciting stuff, and we're hoping that the soft tissues we're finding on the skeletons will answer some questions about the nature of these monsters, particularly if we can get some mitochondrial evidence about their metabolisms and whether they really were warm-blooded like it's been hypothesized. 
 
 As much as I'd like to be down there with my brush and chisel, I've got other business to take care of. The ring is set up a few hundred yards from the dig site. I can see the huge lights that will wash out the darkness of the wilderness night during my bout. My wrestling alter-ego, Dr. Bones, will be hosting a battle royale tonight, the one time only Badlands Bash. I flex slightly, feeling the bulge of muscles under my button-up shirt. I'm gon na pitch somebody into a cactus or I'm not Dr. Bones. 
 
 I knew that was gon na be a good wish. I just knew it.
