Let's go and discover Owen Grady

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 Masrani is impressed, but also a little worried when he sees the claw marks on the windows: the beast would really be the aggressive type. So he suggests to Claire that she go get Owen Grady (and his cool attitude?), a former Navy officer in charge of the raptor enclosure, to inspect the enclosure and confirm that the site's security is correct and that the dinosaur isn't digging a tunnel or getting the enclosure plan tattooed on its back. Claire grumbles a little, because we can tell she's had an affair with phone number list Grady (would you like some more clichés?), but she complies, grmblblbl.


The Navy veteran is busy running around the catwalks of the raptor enclosure trying to train the cattle, all while using the clicker in a way that suggests no one on the team thought to look into what it was for and that, well, it would look good in the movie. That said, aided by the script and despite the stupidity of his method, he has some success. He feeds them, lets them chase pigs that come out of armored doors into the enclosure to come and get eaten, in short, he's their friend. Only today, another former soldier, Fatbouc, has just arrived on the island. Fatbouc is fat and has a goatee, so you might as well know that his destiny is already mapped out. But let's listen to what he tells Owen.

“Owen, war is so cool, you see. It’s in nature, that’s how it is, and it helps us evolve, because the strongest, all that. Or something like that. 
” “That’s interesting what you’re saying.
” “Yeah, but actually, I’m telling you this because I see you’re managing to train raptors. 
” “I’m building trust with them, it’s very different!
” “Sure, but think about it! They’re the ultimate weapon! Better than drones, those useless things that obey every word! Raptors are perfect hunters! Cunning! Who work as a team, and who, thanks to you, have shown they can obey orders! In the event of a war, that would be great!”

Oh, yes. It's true that animals in wartime are so good. They panic, they attack their own side, they change targets when someone throws a ball, and more often than not, they get hit in the face with balls. My little Fatbouc, you're going to be nice, open a history book and go to "anti-tank dog." You'll see that with a much more docile dog, we realized that it was much more stupid.