"This, um..." The Dinosaur King's interruption left Director Fatty looking somewhat awkward. What he had said earlier was a habit he had developed at the Clock Tower—bureaucratic rhetoric. That sort of thing was perfectly normal in Pan-Human History, but unfortunately, it did not work here.
"Whether there are Ocelotl or not, I will not regard Pan-Human History as an enemy. And that woman who is always causing trouble said you were friends. That is enough for the Dinos. So, whatever you need—I was watching from the side earlier, and it was truly a miserable sight. Especially our Kukulkan, who was acting like a gorilla. I am truly sorry. Some of you should be injured, correct? Do you need medical equipment specially made for humans? We will give you all of it. If it is not enough, I will have the priests continue making more.
"Also, your flying rock seems to need manpower as well. I saw Tepeu over there. I will send people to contact him later."
The Dinosaur King was also Tezcatlipoca. The Dinos had not noticed the problem with Mexico City earlier, since it was rather far away, but he was different.
"Really? Then thank you very much. I will ask directly, then. What is your relationship with Tezcatlipoca?" Since the Dinosaur King had asked for brevity, Director Fatty simply voiced the doubt in his heart.
"Do not concern yourself with it. Though we are both Tezcatlipoca, that does not mean we have a good relationship. Gods possess many different aspects; those aspects simply exist separately. Since you are a magician, you should understand."
Compared with the Tezcatlipoca in Mexico City who loved watching chaos unfold, this Tezcatlipoca, the Dinosaur King, clearly had little motivation.
"Oh, right. Mictlan is a mountain of resources. There is nothing you cannot