Dino: Hey! Who’s side are you on anyway? I’d prefer they didn’t see what I’m made of. That just sounds gruesome. You seriously want me to just go for a stroll past platypi central?!
IB: Do it, and let the platypi see you do it.
Dino: What if the natives turn on me too? Or the platypus is too fast?! What if the ingredients for time and space travel don’t compute? This is suicide!
IB: Aye, run and you may die, hide and you’ll live…..at least a while. But dying in this cubicle many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just ONE CHANCE, to come back here and TELL THOSE PLATYPI that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our TIME AND SPACE MACHINE!!!
Dino’s nerves are hardened by this heroic speech. Before he can even understand whether IB’s words really apply to their current situation, he charges into battle!