T-Rex: God, I have like, NEGATIVE ONE MILLION percent interest in reading ANY pandemic fiction after this.
T-Rex: Sorry writers! Looks like you've been wasting your time!
Dromiceiomimus: Oh my gosh, SAME. Imagine, like, two wildly mismatched enemies forced to quarantine together, and as days turn into months, their hated quirks become loveable foibles, opposites attract, and they fall in love? Love in the time of the novel coronavirus?
T-Rex and Dromiceiomimus: BARF
Utahraptor: I ALSO feel the same way!
T-Rex: Correct opinions club!
Utahraptor: Miss me with your stories of lovers stranded on different continents when borders close, but who soon realize that the people they're sheltering in place with are the TRUE hunks.
T-Rex: EUGH
Utahraptor: PASS
T-Rex: But don't worry, writers! Your opportunistic work isn't wasted. Just copy and paste the hunk descriptions into a separate document and sell THAT as a book!
Off panel: I'd definitely buy that.
T-Rex: ANYONE WOULD
