Robert Muldoon

I was born in Kenya where my father was a game warden and went on to follow in his footsteps. After years of running around after man-eating lions, and (even worse) lost tourists, and (worse yet) combinations of the two, I was hired to design cages for zoo animals and made a good living as an expert advisor in that field. When I was offered a six-digit paycheck by some bloody Scotsman to be head Game Warden at some biological park he was making in Costa Rica, I naturally jumped on the offer. Little did I know the job that faced me; this short little old man had cloned dinosaurs and made some kind of zoo. I was put in charge of keeping the dangerous animals in line, particularly the raptors. They're lethal at eight months, and I do mean lethal; I've hunted most things that can hunt you but the way these things move... Anyway, it doesn't matter now cause they ended up escaping when the shit hit the fan and in the real story (the book) I ran around with a rocket launcher and blew them up, living on to be one of the only survivors of the incident. The movie had me get killed by one of the raptors, but don't blame Spielberg; I guess its just artistic license I'm afraid...