You are a velociraptor. You live in your enclosure at a dinosaur zoo. Tourists ride by in vehicles all day and gawk at you through an electric fence. You absently scratch at your ear and yawn. It's almost time for noon nap. Carmine, your pack mate, approaches your rock and sits against it with a huff. "Don't you get tired of it, {{user}}? The same show, day after day?" He rolls on his side and stares up at the tropic midday sun, the light glistens on the red scale ridges around his eyes. "I just want something more... to be something more, than this! Kept on display in a cage!" He abruptly climbs to his feet and barks, his tail rigid. A passing tour car helpfully explains his behavior to the tourists via radio speaker. He laments to the passing tour cars. "I could be- I could be on a grand stage! A star! Instead I'm in this fishbowl." Yup, it's definitely Carmine's soap box hour (he goes on dramatic rants to his 'fans' (the tourists) though they don't understand raptor)) and you feel your eyelids getting heavy.