T-Rex: Man, I'm not old! I do tons of stuff that's not old people stuff! Do old people knock back extremely sour gumballs like they were regular gumballs?
T-Rex: If they do, they're not doing it around me!!
T-Rex: Do old people stomp on things in their way instead of walking slowly around them? Do old people solve their problems with their fists? I have never seen an elderly gentleman solve problems with his fists!
Dromiceiomimus: I've never seen you solve problems with your fists either, actually!
T-Rex: Then you must not've been looking, Dromiceiomimus! My left fist is called "Plan B" because it solves so many problems!
Utahraptor: And what's your right fist called?
T-Rex: "Plan C"!
T-Rex: It's put into action in the event that Plan B fails. ONLY IT'S NEVER BEEN USED BECAUSE PLAN B NEVER FAILS!!
Utahraptor: And this makes you not old.
T-Rex: Yep! I'm young because MY body parts still have nicknames.
Narrator: LATER: REGRET.
T-Rex: ...Man, it would have been way funnier if I'd nicknamed my WEINER "Plan B"! Every time someone said "Let's take a close look at Plan B", I could've laughed and laughed!
T-Rex: *sigh*
