Ah, Amos, he's busted his chain and seems to be heading southwest. Well, I won't miss LA, except for the La Brea tar pits. I always was kinda fond of them.

Anyway, if you see him (and he's kinda hard to miss, being 97 feet at the shoulder last time I measured and kinda reddish-grayish-green) please tell him he's being a bad boy and to git back home. Of course, he may eat, devour, consume, masticate you first. But please try or attempt it anyway.

Thanks.