T-Rex: You wake up, the last person in a post-apocalyptic world. What happened? Well shoot, Einstein, I'd say it looks like an apocalypse has happened, and now we're post that. You decide you'd better try to keep up!!
T-Rex: You go on to decide I'M doing a friggin' excellent job narrating!
T-Rex: So there's some immediate concerns of food and water, but there's some longer-term concerns you'll need to deal with too: medicine is no longer being produced, so you'd better lock some of that down. If there's any vehicles you want moved, do it now, because it turns out gasoline can go stale in a matter of months!
Dromiceiomimus: Thanks for the sweet tips, T-Rex!
T-Rex: You thank me for my sweet tips!
Utahraptor: I spend my days carving knowledge into stones, hoping future life will one day understand it!
T-Rex: Sure, okay! You do that.
T-Rex: Millions of years later, intelligent life arises again! Your stones have long since weathered to dust, but they do find your skeleton and put it in a museum! The placard reads "This Guy, Hey, What Was The Deal With This Guy?"
Utahraptor: What.
T-Rex: Utahraptor, you scored two out of a possible fifty thousand points!
T-Rex: Utahraptor, your epitaph scored forty-five thousand out of a possible fifty thousand points!
