T-Rex: Alright! Time for some SPRING CLEANING!
God: IT'S ALMOST WINTER T-REX
T-Rex: I got around to it EVENTUALLY, okay??

Editor: [NOTE: IN THIS PANEL T-REX IS SPRING CLEANING HIS HOUSE]

Dromiceiomimus: So how's your spring cleaning going, T-Rex?
T-Rex: HORRIBLE! I realized partway through that this task would never be completed, COULD never be completed, since as dust can be composed of dead skin cells, the price of my being alive is being a filthy, filthy boy. If I were a skeleton I wouldn't have to do ANY of this, because of a lack of both skin and sweat!

Utahraptor: It is a fact that as long as skellies got into bed clean, they'd never have to change their sheets.
T-Rex: RIGHT?

T-Rex: This is me: I think "hmm I'll tidy up this closet", a clock wipe happens, and I'm there sincerely thinking "ALL THAT HAS SKIN IS DIRTY, AND ALL THAT HAS SKIN MUST CLEAN". I sound like a Lovecraftian nightmare! And yet, I can't stop thinking about how all that has skin must clean!!

T-Rex: You'll be able to tell if a necromancer ever reanimates MY skeleton, because I'll be the one shouting "YOU SAY I DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN EVER AGAIN? REAL TALK MY BABE, JUST POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THE FOOLS I NEED SLAY FOR THIS PRIVILEGE!!"