T-Rex: Oh man, am I ever sick. Me! I never get sick but this time I've gotten sick.
T-Rex: My mighty body lies in shambles!
T-Rex: Oh, Dromiceiomimus, you've got to save me! Failing that, tell them my story. Regale future generations with stories of Mighty T-Rex, felled by nothing greater than the common cold. Irony will be my theme, stomping my leitmotif!!
Dromiceiomimus: You've got a runny nose?
T-Rex: Oh, and a headache too! This is how my story ends: not in a bang but a sniffle. For shame!
Utahraptor: Can I tell people your story?
T-Rex: Dromiceiomimus is APPARENTLY UNWILLING, so yes!
Utahraptor: Excellent! I'M going to shoehorn my own politics into your tale, reducing you to a mere representation of Heidegger and the story to transparent lecturing in which characters often break the fourth wall to tell my readers what they should believe!
T-Rex: Aw dude! You're imagining it right now!!
Utahraptor: 〚starts daydreaming〛
〚Utahraptor's daydream〛
T-Rex: I represent Heidegger! Watch as I stomp on "the little guy" who's just trying to understand my seemingly purposely obscure philosophical writing!
Off panel: Wow! Utahraptor is right in everything he says!
T-Rex: You said it, everyone!
Speaking of public demand, I spent all weekend making a limited-run shirt for everyone who emailed me asking for a Beards Over Babies shirt. People even sent me their own designs for a shirt! The design I came up with is, as I say on the page where you can totally buy it, "[Something] your little sister would draw for you and you would say 'thank you' and then you might tell her that it's very special."
