T-Rex: What's today? Friday? Is it Friday? Or is it...
T-Rex: JUDGE EVERYTHING BY THE SAME STANDARDS YOU'D JUDGE A ROMANTIC COMEDY BY DAY?
Narrator: HOW'S YOUR SANDWICH?
T-Rex: My sandwich has a sassy female lead, and I use "sassy" in the delicious sense and "female lead" in the novel-but-soon-to-be-familiar "spiced ham and brie cheese interior" sense.
Dromiceiomimus: Mine started off promising enough, but derailed in the third act.
T-Rex: Oh my god I know EXACTLY WHAT THAT'S LIKE.
Narrator: HOW'S YOUR LOVE LIFE?
T-Rex: Um - 90 minutes long?
Utahraptor: The perfect length!
Narrator: HOW'S YOUR BODY IMAGE?
T-Rex: Good, I guess? Produced by the combined efforts of hundreds if not thousands of people, all of whom expect a profit?
Utahraptor: That one made me sad.
T-Rex: *sigh*
T-Rex: Yeah.
Narrator: THE NEXT DAY, T-REX'S TAX RETURN IS STILL WAY OVERDUE:
T-Rex: Oh dang it dang it dang it!
T-Rex: NO MORE PROCRASTINATING
