A man-turned-Tyrannosaurus Rex - a condition that Dale suffers from as a result of an attempt at cloning dinosaurs gone horribly wrong (he spilled cider on the gene sequencing machine); he tries to make up for his unsettling state by smothering everyone around him with culture. Dale likes to sip Earl Grey tea and eat crumpets, read The New Yorker and The Wall Street Journal, wear a monocle and top hat, and use a cane and pocket watch - though with his tiny arms, it's all really only done for show. He can't even use his own chalkboard.

By night, Dale works feverishly to discover an antidote for his ailment, though all it ever amounts to is a temporary transformation into some other useless dinosaur. Dale has tried other warm beverages in the past, but each experience ended poorly (i.e., accidentally creating artificial intelligence).

 

Smitten with Catherine, Dale constantly attempts to court her due to her refined taste and sophistication. She strings him along, entertaining his affections because she likes the jewelry that he buys her. Dale owns and operates an after hours bar just outside of city limits - 'Dale's Draughts'. As you can imagine, the service is awful.