T-Rex: Check out my new alternate history story: it's the 1920s, and flappers are super sexy, obvs! But then the great depression happens and their ready-to-party-on-a-boat personalities and hedonistic YET SEXY lifestyles could not survive.
T-Rex: I'm kidding! We double checked and it turns out THE GREAT DEPRESSION NEVER HAPPENED.
T-Rex: And clearly nothing else ever stops the flappers either! So there's themed flappers for each decade afterwards, even buttoned-down fifties flappers in cat's-meow housework dresses. And modern day flappers are like regular well-dressed ladies, only instead of saying "that's ridiculous" they say "aw, applesauce!" ALL THE TIME.
Dromiceiomimus: And then you go on a date with one?
T-Rex: Wh- How did you know?
Utahraptor: This isn't alternate history, T-Rex! This is alternate history EROTICA.
T-Rex: Whoah, whoah!
T-Rex: You don't know it's explicit! Maybe it's alternate history ROMANCE, and I'm a dark and brooding doctor and she's Nurse Flapper of the S.S. Bedroom Surrender, where the seas AND the bosoms heave alike??
Utahraptor: First, you are dating a mammal which is concerning and second, SERIOUS authors don't use themselves as characters!
T-Rex: Hello? Shakespeare INVENTED that! Or have you forgotten how "Hamlet" stands for "H.A.M.L.E.T.'s Actually Me; Lshak Espeare Thrustbottoms"?
T-Rex: Perhaps you've ALSO simultaneously forgotten how we all agreed to change his name to Shakespeare to make it less super dumb??
