Imagine you're Bob Peck. You're in the deep jungle on Isla Nublar off the Costa Rican coast. You're hunting a Velociraptor with your Franchi SPAS-12 Combat Shotgun. You've just, achingly slowly, manually lowered the bracing hook on the buttstock whilst never taking your sight off the set of eyes dead ahead of you. You wait... then inch by inch, you move forward. Slowly.

"We've got her. We've got her."

Just then, out of nowhere, the two raptors you didn't even know were there appear on either side of you. They've got you! You are about to be eaten. This is your last few seconds. This is your last breath. Better make it something pithy...

"Clever Girl."