You’ve fed, sorted, delivered, and mastered every aspect of raptor care. Congratulations – you are the ultimate feeder.
Twenty tomatoes placed with elegance. The basket is full, and you’re a certified Tomato Technician.
Every basket filled — 20 steaks, 20 bananas, 20 tomatoes. The raptor bows its head in silent respect. You did it.
Ten tomatoes sorted flawlessly — not a single one squished. You’ve mastered gentle VR hands.
Your first tomato lands in the right basket without exploding. A small miracle.
Twenty steaks perfectly delivered. You’ve earned the raptor’s trust… and probably a lifetime supply of steak sauce.
Ten steaks placed with precision. The raptor drools approvingly while you wipe imaginary grease from your VR gloves.
You carried your first steak to the meat basket. The raptor’s snout follows every move — careful, it might bite.
Twenty bananas delivered without a slip-up. You’ve conquered chaos — and potassium.
Ten bananas neatly delivered. The fruit basket glows yellow, and so does your pride.
One banana, one perfect toss. The raptor tilts its head — maybe fruit isn’t that bad.
Thirty tomatoes flood the yard. Your raptor is red from nose to tail, and the farm smells like spaghetti night.
Twenty tomatoes spawned — it’s less a feeding session and more a VR food fight.
Ten tomatoes burst from the silo. You didn’t expect them to bounce this much… or stain that far.
Thirty bananas later, you’ve created chaos — the ground is a yellow sea and your raptor slips in delight.
The fruit silo hums happily as 20 bananas tumble out. A light breeze carries the scent of jungle breakfasts.
You spawned your first 10 bananas. The raptor stares, unsure whether to eat them or play catch.
Fifty steaks! The silos hiss from exhaustion. Your raptor is now too full to move — but at least it’s smiling 50 Steaks.
Thirty steaks later, you’ve turned your farm into a prehistoric meat conveyor. Even the clouds smell like BBQ.
The smell of grilled dreams fills the air. Twenty steaks spawned and your raptor can’t stop pacing excitedly around the feeding zone.
You pulled the lever for the first time and watched ten juicy steaks fall from the sky. The raptor’s eyes widen — dinner is served.
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