T-Rex: It's a new year! Time for us all to take stock of our lives or whatever.
T-Rex: And by that I mean, time to examine all our old mp3 files we have hanging around!
T-Rex: I downloaded these in the last CENTURY, Dromiceiomimus. There are cool teens ALIVE TODAY who are younger than some of these mp3 files.
Dromiceiomimus: Ooh, do they all have crappy tags too?
T-Rex: Some were ripped before tags were even a thing! They're all pirated, obviously, because THEY LITERALLY PREDATE THE IDEA OF LEGAL DIGITAL MUSIC. What the heck am I supposed to do with them?
Utahraptor: Delete them? So you don't go to jail for a billion years owing a billion dollars to billionaires?
T-Rex: I can't!
T-Rex: We're at the point now where they're HISTORICAL ARTIFACTS. Nobody wants a 96kbps mp3 of "Whoomp! (There It Is)". Mine may well be the only extant instance of this file, the last cultural memory we have of the murky beginnings of digital music!!
T-Rex: Utahraptor. This is my LEGACY.
Narrator: T-REX DONATES A HARD DRIVE FULL OF ONLY THE BIGGEST, SHINIEST 90S MEGAHITS TO THE SMITHSONIAN:
T-Rex: Thank me later, Smithsonian!
Off panel: Sir, you can't just leave your hard drive at the customer service desk.
T-Rex: I SAID
T-Rex: "THANK ME LATER, SMITHSONIAN"
