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So the girl goes to greet her nephews, with Ritalin, rolling around on the floor, foaming at the mouth, throwing a tantrum because her aunt is too busy to spend the day holding her hand. So she promises to come with them the next day. But in the meantime, she tells them to follow Katie and be good. Because she's expected elsewhere: the park's founder, Simon Masrani, a multi-billionaire friend of the dinosaurs, is waiting for her with his personal helicopter, which he pilots himself, accompanied by his instructor, all the same, because he doesn't have his license yet.

You can sense that this is going to be useful, don't you? Me too. On buy phone number list board, time Masrani explains that he wants to know if the dinosaurs are okay and if people are happy, because Claire only responds with numbers and satisfaction indicators. And Masrani finally tells her that yeah, cool, fat girl, you know, chill, have a joint, I paid billions for this park, but I don't care about the profits, I'm a good guy. I want to do good, you know. Come on, take a smoke, you'll see, it's cool.

Masrani's thing is making people happy, not business. That's why he created a paying tourist park. Not launched a humanitarian program. That's just how he is, Masrani. He has his own little sense of priorities.
So everyone heads to the Indominus Rex enclosure in the north of the island, which is being reinforced because the beast is said to be mischievous, even downright playful. And Claire guides her boss to a glass security post overlooking the enclosure, to get a better look at the animal: a monster nearly 15 meters tall that looks like a T-Rex, but with bigger arms, and a face that makes you look out of Miami.