"Sir, this is your landing." The female voice crackles over the com link. "Copy that" The male replies. The door opens, and the air roars through the small cabin. With out hesitation or second thought the man jumps when the jump light goes green.

It's dark, 04:00 hours. (4 am) And that means he can barely make out his L.Z. Even with the night vision optics.
He pulls the cord, the chute opens. Thats always a good sign... he thinks absent mindedly as he jerks violently, his speed of descent expediantly decreasing.

And then it hits him, the ground that is. He breaks free of the chute and stows it in a bush. Moving quick he pulls out his L.E.D. Light and checks the map to confirm his position. He pulls off his face mask and goggles, stowing them in a small back pack. And sha bam, busts out the face paint.

AFter confirming that he is properly equiped beautyfied he takes off at a light run once more thinking to himself. Do the dinosaurs really give a damn about what my face looks like ? Can they apreciate the effort ?
And off he goes into the jungle.

After perhaps half an hour he finds himself on a small platou.
The first light of dawn has turned the sky grey.
Just in time to illuminate a large pile of feces. I mean, larger than your brand new KIA huge. Now thats a dump...

He makes good time, and arrives at his first destination just before the sun is at mid point. His resting perch is a massive tree, over twelve feet thick at the base. And he is safely tucked away in the branches over fifty feet up.
Down below him a small herd of triceratops enter the lush feeding grounds. He watches them with a slight scowl.
The lead bull, if such they can be called corners a small female. His interest slightly aroused he watches the scenario unfold.
To his lasting suprise the the Bull flips the female over onto her back with his horns, and starts "mating".

Hmm... Maybe we did evolve from these... I see date rape has been around for a while...