Tyrannosaurus Murphy

RAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRR!

A silence falls across the bar of the Clover Club. Smashed glasses and spilled drinks litter the floor. The quizzical expressions of the regulars are matched only by the bafflement of the security staff.

The questions are writ large across their astonished faces.

Why is there a dinosaur in our club, and - dear Lord - how is he managing to manipulate a magnifying glass between his humongous foreclaws??

Update: With a remorselessness honed in the pangean jurassic wilderness, Rexy chucked Dr Milan into the gleeful hands of the mob (Raahr - take him not me - raaahr!) and with the cavalier selfishness that seasoned Arkham paleontologists have come to expect of a clue-devouring monster, Murphysaur threw down Delve Too Deep in the second round, to hell with the consequences.

The long and short of which is that T Rex is getting an upgrade!

Nothing spices up Anthropology 2b like an overgrown therapod in the front row, so Higher Education is first on Rexy's menu.

Similarly, the improved leather handle on the upgraded Magnifying Glass is much more easily gripped by Murphy's tiny reptilian claws, so a couple of those make for straightforward purchases. Frankly, no Mesozoic clue-buster should be expected to slum around with anything less.

Finally, the pure hilarity of a dinosaur showing up where he isn't expected (bingo halls, children's birthday parties, etc.) makes Pathfinder too hard to resist.

The scene outside the University was one of chaos. Professors and students alike were fleeing the ancient cloisters, leaving a trail of books and equipment in their wake as they ran.

The chilling scream of the beast tore through the air again.

RAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRR!

As the reptile charged through the front gates, and into the heart of the ancient institution, the onlooking academics couldn't help but gaze in wonder.

On all their lips, the same question.

"Is this crazed dinosaur trying to help?"