Title text: Well, sex is like a velociraptor: despite your movie-fueled lifelong neurotic obsession, unlikely to be found in your house.
Megan describes her relationship to Cueball with the simile "our love is like a turtle," a comparison often made when referring to a shy and slowly developing yet steady sort of romance. However, Cueball thinks the Brontosaurus the better impersonation. His explanation refers to the fact that remains of Apatosaurus were by mistake believed to be a different species which the paleontologist O.C. Marsh named Brontosaurus. It was later discovered that the two species should be classified as one, with the older name prevailing according to convention . The term Brontosaurus is therefore a scientific redundancy. However the status of "Brontosaurus" remains under discussion, with a 2015 study of diplodoicds reporting that the more gracile fossils should be classified in a separate genus, which would then be Brontosaurus.
Applied to the scenario in the comic, Cueball apparently considers the relationship without any emotional foundation and only continues it out of nostalgic motives. This conclusion counteracts the initial romantic tone adopted by the turtle simile, as comparing a romance with a falsely classified fossil is one of the least charming statements imaginable.
The title text aims at Randall's well-known enthusiasm for Velociraptors. Megan retorts by comparing any future sex between the two of them to be as likely as finding a velociraptor in his house. The insult has a second barb: painting Cueball as being obsessed with pornography.
- [Cueball and Megan are sitting at a bench. Megan is holding a turtle.]
- Megan: Our love is like a turtle.
- [Megan sets down the turtle and turns to Cueball. They hold hands.]
- Megan: Humble and simple, enduring by virtue of perfect design.
- Cueball: Our love is like a brontosaurus.
- Cueball: Recognized as a mistaken combination long ago, lingering only out of misplaced affection for an imagined past.