T-Rex: Assuming aphorisms are 100% accurate, NOBODY is going to shoot ME to death!
T-Rex: That's because I own a bullet with my name on it, ladies!!
God: WHAT IF YOU DON'T DIE FROM BULLET OVERDOSE THOUGH
T-Rex: *gasp*
Narrator: SOON:
T-Rex: Okay okay! Things with my name on them I now own include: a bullet, a salad, a flight of stairs, a blender, my dog because I taped it to him, a DVD, a CD, a cassette, a record, a wax cylinder, a computer, a bear if that guy on the computer is to be believed, an instance of every article of clothing I own, AND baking powder.
T-Rex: I should be safe - for a while?
Utahraptor: That's nowhere near to one of every noun! What about butts?
T-Rex: I need a butt with my name on it; I admit it freely!
Utahraptor: Dude, even if you DO buy one of everything on the planet and write your name on it -
T-Rex: - an enviable lifestyle -
Utahraptor: - there's still stuff you can't buy! The sun could explode, ASTEROIDS COULD HIT, and so on!
T-Rex: Hah! "Asteroids."
T-Rex: Whatever, space!!
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