Shet, if I could build an adequate fortress, I might just stay. You know eventually there's going to be some stupid group of college kids that come to the island and get stranded. And after the guys conveniently get eaten by a pack of Troodon, I'll spend a little time calming the girls then we'll begin cultivating a horde of little dinosaur-killing Chionos babies, and eventually we'll conquer the island and I'll be king, and my harem will administer the island and my children will be the island's guardians and 10,000 years from now Alien Robot Ninjas will visit the island where nothing but a lone 40ft tall statue remains, with a weatherworn inscription barely legible that says, "Hail Chionos the Mighty Loined", but the ARNs will mistakenly translate it as "Hail Chinos the Midget Lion", and that will be good enough. Good enough for me.