T-Rex: Who gets to wake up this morning with nausea, dizziness, and an uncanny ability to feel physically terrible?

T-Rex: Oh boy! It's me, T-Rex!

T-Rex: Okay, so I am ready to evolve into an energy being now please! Or a machine intelligence! Or a distributed cloud of pure thought! My body has been great up to now but it's time to put away childish things, especially when this PARTICULAR childish thing has become diseased and wants to throw up its stomach contents.
T-Rex: ...Seriously ready to evolve any time now over here!

Utahraptor: Have you at least taken some medicine?
T-Rex: Nope!

Utahraptor: Ah, so your first instinct when sick is to claim a desire to evolve beyond the need for mortal bodies, rather than taking even a small step towards treatment.
T-Rex: Yep!
Utahraptor: I see.

T-Rex: If you're waiting for me to apologize, I won't! Maybe if more of us worked harder on evolving beyond the need for friggin' mortal bodies, WE WOULDN'T STILL HAVE A NEED FOR FRIGGIN' MORTAL BODIES??
T-Rex: Anyway I'm off, I need to go drop a barf