T-Rex: Yep!
T-Rex: Pretty sure I just ate some spider eggs!!
T-Rex: There were gross red egg-sac things at the bottom of my drink, Dromiceiomimus! And I thought "GROSS" and then I said "At least I didn't consume any of them though!" and then I forgot about how you should never say things like that because then I found some sacs stuck between my teeth too.
Dromiceiomimus: Gross!
T-Rex: I KNOW
Utahraptor: You can either be optimistic or pessimistic about this, T-Rex!
T-Rex: Today, my friend, I choose pessimism!
T-Rex: Maybe THESE are spiders who thrive on stomach acid! Maybe in a week I'll be vomiting up millions of tiny red spiders, over and over again. And maybe that won't be enough, and the rest will eat their way out, tunneling through my stomach, muscles, and finally, skin.
Utahraptor: Gah!
Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Pessimists say that by expecting the worst, they're pleasantly surprised when things don't go that badly! I thought I'd give it a try, but honestly...
T-Rex: I don't think pessimists are imagining hard enough
