T-Rex: One time there was a machine that, given a sample of your blood, could tell you how you're going to...

T-Rex: ...LIVE??

Dromiceiomimus: Don't you mean "a machine that tells you how you're going to die"?
T-Rex: Nope! Machine of Death was my previous idea. This is the new one! It's a super-fresh sequel with a bold new take on literature!!
Dromiceiomimus: So what does it print out as a "how you're going to live" prediction?
Dromiceiomimus: "Well"?

T-Rex: Some people get to live well, yeah! THE LUCKY ONES.
Utahraptor: And the others?

T-Rex: Those people get "actually, not so great" and they sigh and go "well I coulda told you that" and then the story ends. Incidentally, Utahraptor, do you ever wonder if each life gets like, one good idea, and after you've had that idea you're all used up?
Utahraptor: Constantly.
T-Rex: Oh. Good.

T-Rex: Welp, I'm going home to mark time until my body dies and takes my spirit with me!
T-Rex: LATER, HATERS