T-Rex: Computers are perfect calculating machines! That means that once I write a rad website (WHICH I DID), then I now am good FOR LIFE. It will run forever!
T-Rex: Hooray for computers!!
Narrator: LATER:
Dromiceiomimus: Oh hey, T-Rex, the site you wrote is down: looks like the server filled itself up with log files.
T-Rex: Dang it! Okay well I guess I'll just erase everything and restart. That fixes things, right?
T-Rex: Like, always?
Narrator: LATER:
Utahraptor: Site's down! Looks like a hardware failure or three!
T-Rex: DANG IT
Narrator: LATER:
Utahraptor: Site's busted! Looks like hackers used some unpatched vulnerabilities. Now your website says "HI, I DO ALL THIS EMBARRASSING SEX STUFF" and then there's a list of fun things you do. I had no idea!
T-Rex: DANG IT!!
Narrator: LATER, T-REX GETS A CONCERNED CALL FROM HIS MOTHER:
T-Rex: Mom, I am speaking to you on speakerphone! And may I be the first to assure you: that list is, at best, only PARTIALLY accurate
