T-Rex: My game begins, and you are a tiny plumber!
T-Rex: Then you eat a mushroom, and you become a bigger plumber!
T-Rex: Then you eat a flower, and you gain the ability to shoot fire out of your hands!
Dromiceiomimus: This sounds a lot like Super Mario Brothers, T-Rex!
T-Rex: No, wait, because here's where it gets different: you've gained the ability to shoot fire out of your hands, but you HAVEN'T gained the ability to avoid suffering serious burns when you shoot out of your hands, so you suffer serious burns. On your hands. Then you press "A" to go to the burn ward.
Utahraptor: And if I refuse?
T-Rex: To press A? Then your hands are really messed up, dude!!
T-Rex: MAN. It's gross. The rest of the game is a 3d model of your burned up hands. Most of the game's budget goes towards this one scene. "Never have burned hands been so terribly realistic," the reviews will say, "...so that is certainly something."
Utahraptor: There are times when I'm glad you lack the skill to make games take place, T-Rex.
T-Rex: But there are also times when you see that as the terrible tragedy of our times, right? Times when you'd wish nothing more than to build my game, so you could control the gross burnt-up fire hands of which I've dared to dream??
T-Rex: Because if so, this friendship could be PAYING OFF
