T-Rex: I wish I knew what I touched because my hands smell friggin' awesome today!
T-Rex: *sniff*
T-Rex: Delightful!
T-Rex: You wanna smell, Dromiceiomimus?
Dromiceiomimus: No thank you, T-Rex!
T-Rex: It's okay, I'll describe it with words! It starts shyly but soon coquettishly reveals a delightful sweetness, not cloying, with hints of musk. Warm, elegant notes of pepper and elderflower, piquant and vivid, highlight the finish.
Utahraptor: Mine smell similarly, but with subtle honeyed fragrances!
T-Rex: What did our hands get UP to?
Utahraptor: I never want this scent to end, yet I know it must! Just as the memory of pain is never as intense as the cut itself, so too will our memories of this scent fail us, allowing us only the shallowest, faded copy of this wonderful sensation.
T-Rex: We must treasure this moment - this scent, this gift from our hands - even as we forget it.
T-Rex: Such beauty
T-Rex: *sniiiiiiff*
T-Rex: cannot long exist in our fallen mortal plane
T-Rex: *sniiiiiiff*
T-Rex: though we are greater for having witnessed its brief
T-Rex: *sniiiiiiff*
T-Rex: appearance
