The Sick Horde / The Beginning of Intelligence h4h4

Why you better not go out on the street today when princesses are riding T-Rexes

JOKE, Joke, Kawały, Dowcipy

A princess rides down the street on a T-Rex. A horde of raptors follows to eat the princess, but the T-Rex protects the princess because she always shows him what's good and tasty to eat. She rides high on her head while the raptors can't reach them, thinking this must be the best meal, and so they don't let anyone near the T-Rex. A sick horde was born.

ChatGPT:

Sometimes there are days when you get up, stretch, pour yourself a coffee—and only then realize that outside, a princess is riding down the main street on a T-Rex.

Yes, you read that right.

Not a metaphor. Not a hallucination. No hidden camera.
Just a real-life princess, in a dress made of at least three acres of pink fabric, tall as a T-Rex, model "bigger than the average supermarket," complete with rows of teeth that looked like they had been ordered directly from the local blacksmith.

The princess had one mission: to survive.
Because behind her stomped—no, ran— A horde of raptors approached, all with open mouths, shining eyes, and the motivation to eat really well today.

One ​​wonders how it could have come to this.

Perhaps the princess had lost a chocolate bar at breakfast and the raptors had acquired a taste for it. Perhaps she had accidentally whistled an "everyone come here" command. Or maybe it was just one of those Mondays where evolution collectively conspired against you.

Be that as it may: It was action on the street.

The Hero: A Somewhat Different Pet

Luckily, the princess had her T-Rex.
Not just any T-Rex, mind you.
No, this T-Rex wasn't just big and tough, he was also well-trained.
well-trained.
And in a way that would have brought any dog ​​trainer to their knees: The princess always showed him what was edible - and more importantly, what was tasty.

Carrots? Baa.
Stones? Nope.
Conceited city councilors? Maybe later.

But: Angry little raptors?
Delicacy.

And so it happened:
Whenever a raptor came too close, the princess would point with a dramatic gesture and a cutting "THE!" at the perpetrator.
The T-Rex understood.
He snapped.
He chewed.

And he grinned in a way that immediately made it clear:
He had found his new favorite snack.

What happened next on the street...

After a few minutes, the asphalt was more of a work of art than a road.
Between screeching car tires, panicked residents, and a poodle that had decided to carry its owner instead of the other way around, a veritable open-air opera emerged.

And then—the inevitable happened.

A particularly cheeky raptor made it to the princess's royal boots.
He snapped, she kicked, the T-Rex jumped...
and the three parties (princess, T-Rex, raptor) became a rotating cartoon cloud of teeth, goo, and instinct.

When the dust settled, only one thing remained.

Ketchup.

Spread out for meters.

You'd think someone had exploded a truck full of tomato sauce in the street.
Or that the local fast-food chain had decided to relaunch its marketing campaign "We bring the taste to you!" to take it a bit too literally.

But no:
It was just another Tuesday morning in the life of a princess who would rather ride a T-Rex than pay attention to good manners.

Moral of the story:

If you ever see a princess riding a T-Rex,
take the next turning.
And wear rubber boots.
Because ketchup stains on white sneakers are really hard to get out.

And if you're wondering if the T-Rex was full after that:
No.
He asked for dessert.
Rumor has it there's a pack of raptors somewhere that prefers to disguise itself as a vegan collective these days.

Want a second, slightly more twisted version, where the princess shouts cooking recipes to the T-Rex while they flee? 😄
(Like: "Turn inside out three times for extra tenderness!")
Just let me know! 🚀