T-Rex: It is well-established that we are all machines that you put food in one end and ideas come out the other end!
God: T-REX
God: WHAT END ARE YOU EATING WITH

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T-Rex: Anyway, I've started looking at all my friends as machines! Dromiceiomimus, you are a machine that turns food into adventures and jokes and friendly good times!
Dromiceiomimus: Isn't seeing others not as people but as tools (or, if you will, "machines") that you can exploit one of the symptoms of sociopathy?
T-Rex: Yeah, but dude, I didn't mean it in a sociopathic way!!

Utahraptor: But isn't THAT something a sociopath would say?
T-Rex: Okay, yes. YES.

T-Rex: But you know what else a sociopath would say? "I value our friendship." But when I say it I mean it, not only because I see you as a machine that turns food into useful criticism. Even though you can totally be modelled as such. Which I have done.
Utahraptor: Wow, late onset sociopathy is a tragedy to witness.

Narrator: LATER, T-REX IS LEFT ALL ALONE:
T-Rex: Dang it!!
T-Rex: I'm a machine that turns food into making myself SAD