Earthlings: Beware! Repent!
The oracle of the Cnacred Cneaweed has revealed unto myself a prophecy akin to that of which others chosen before me have attempted to forewarn, largely to no avail.
If you don't put out your dinosaur fires, you will become as they did: burned, shrouded, and washed away in a stormy flood like that which your short-sighted eyes have never before seen. The seas are already rising, and the Jellies are celebrating the fun by preparing to give you a nice….big….bath!
The tide will cleanse your soul, separating it from the body you chose to use only for your puny convenience, ignoring the wisdom of prophets who beseeched you to let dead dinosaurs lie -- to refrain from burning them to fuel the fires of your own doom.
Now the hot skies will bring the great flood to your doorstep. The Jellies will take new homes along your retreating coastlines, breeding millions of new children to play in your sunken doll houses.
On the land that remains, zombies will thrive in the hot nights and winterless years that follow.
And you, my friend, where will you be? Will you stop desecrating dinosaur graves, before it is too late?
Dr. Babushka, Feral Sex Symbol