Text: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die,
T-Rex: Man. What the heck am I gonna eat for dinner?

Text: because they are never going to be born.
T-Rex: Maybe... chicken?

Text: The number of people who could be here, in my place, outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. If you think about all the different ways in which our genes could be permuted, you and I are quite grotesquely lucky to be here. The number of events that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist...
T-Rex: I like chicken. I could bread it, or I could roast it.
T-Rex: Maybe I could put a lemon inside.

Text: we are privileged to be alive
Utahraptor: I propose a pork roast!
T-Rex: Also delicious!

Text: and we should make the most of our time on this world.
Text: -Richard Dawkins
T-Rex: I'm just not feeling that motivated, you know? Maybe I'll just get a fast food burger.
Utahraptor: I think you should cook. It's healthier!

Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: I'll probably just eat a chicken for dinner.