I think I must have panicked a little, there, I'm terribly sorry. A fly is only a problem if it gets in a teleportation cubicle with one's good self. How absurd to worry about that!
I've fallen into the crotch of a pair of Chronopants, by Jove, not a Teleportation Cubicle.
That's in the Garage, not the Bloodshed.
Phew...
Anyway, it seems to be some sort of Pterosaur.
A
Pterodactyl!!
Good job it's so far away then, that it looks like a fly, eh.
Cool under pressure, me.
Oh, yes, by the way.
Aiieee!
(It was in the title, after all...)
See you in the past!
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