Set in a Fallout-esque postapocalyptic wasteland, Jay Oliver here had the misfortune of being picked up by mutants infected with a particulary nasty virus. No doubt something synthetic that got into the wild and has mutated since. It has zombie-esque effects but it doesn't actually kill you, more turn flesh like sickly putty and allows it to be bonded with any other flesh it comes in contact with. Even if you avoided risking this, your maluable flesh is always slowly shifting so obtaining replacement body parts is a good idea. Having all your fingers fused together into a fleshy club isn't particularly practical...

So unlucky for Jay Oliver here, he was picked up injured but still alive. Making him a prime opprtunity to be infected, then stripped of everything of value. We're not talking jewlery here, but limbs and organs. In fact when they were done, all that was left of him was his brain, which had little value because who needed another brain?

These are scarce times however, so little is allowed to go to waste. There just happened to be an opening in fact, a labour opportunity that would allow someone to establish a place of value within the camp. Dinosaur species revivied before the nuclear armageddon have proved to be particularly useful as beasts of burden and livestock, though they don't breed well in captivity. If the single male kept around the camp as a stud animal wouldn't serve its purpose, then perhaps a brain transplant would help it become more cooperative?

Jay Oliver woke from his fever dream to discover he had undergone a full species reassignment. As if that didn't rock his world enough, his primary job was to impregnate every female dino in the camp. At least, to fill as many lizard holes as he could before the virus rot ruined his ability to procreate. Besides that, having a talking thinking beast of burden while out scavenging had its uses...