Ugh, sorry not sorry, we're working on it. In the meantime, please just pretend you're at a rock concert, and the drummer is a giant, hairy caveman with a bad case of tinnitus.
Or, you know, just wear earplugs. They're like, a thing.
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Sorry, but no. We're trying to keep it a pet-free zone, except for that one T-Rex who likes to photobomb our company picnics.
Please leave your velociraptors and velociraptor-wannabe Chihuahuas at home.
Hyperlink: Read more about our no-pets policy
We can only assume it's from trying to cram 500,000 years of memories into your brain at once.
Or, you know, it's probably just the constant threat of being eaten by a saber-toothed tiger on a Tuesday.