Somewhere back when pterodactyls and rhinos chilled together like good homie-Gs, a hero was born. Half beast, half flying dinosaur, he was a Rhidactyl, first of his kind, and probably the last.
Wherever there was injustice, Rhidactyl was there to make it right, wherever Bobo the ape took more than his fair share of figs, Rhidactyl was there to make sure Bobo was stared at in such a way as to make him decidedly uncomfortable.
And trust me, when a rhidactyl stares at you, it is decidedly an uncomfortable situation.
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