T-Rex: You wake up and you are inside cyberspace!
T-Rex: You roll your eyes at the word "cyberspace"!
T-Rex: Looking around, you see an onramp labelled "information superhighway!" This metaphor is incredibly dated and also terrible.
T-Rex: You want to point this out to someone, but the only person nearby is some kid surfing an early-90s keyboard through the sky. He's wearing neon clothes and carrying a two-button mouse with a cord attached to it.
Utahraptor: I wake up into real life again!
T-Rex: Okay!
Utahraptor: Then I roll over to my laptop and check my email.
T-Rex: There's a message: "Thanks For Visiting Us Inside Your Computer!!".
Utahraptor: I throw my computer in the garbage and light the garbage on fire.
T-Rex: The toxic plastics and chemicals turn into a gas and go inside your lungs... where a tiny kid on a tiny keyboard messes with your alveoli!
Off panel: I decide to die!
T-Rex: I join you; this adventure was a bad idea from the start
