T-Rex: So there was this guy who loved frisbees! He played frisbee all the time. He was big into frisbees, you guys.
T-Rex: And then he died, and he had his body molded into memorial frisbees! For his pals!
T-Rex: THIS IS AMAZING. I need to get big into something so that if I'm ever done with my body, I can turn it into a thing for my friends! I guess... I guess I kinda like computers?
Dromiceiomimus: There is no way I'm using a flesh computer made from your earthly remains.
T-Rex: Wow.
T-Rex: ...Really?
Utahraptor: They were his CREMATED remains that were made into frisbees!
T-Rex: OHHHHH! That makes more sense.
T-Rex: I was picturing, you know, a fleshy eldritch horror, flying in the air.
Utahraptor: No, T-Rex. This is a tasteful thing for you to do after you die.
T-Rex: Man, "tasteful" is MOS DEF not on my list of "Five Adjectives or Adjective Phrases That Get Applied To Things I Do"!
T-Rex: That list is "stellar", "rad", "peerless", "prodigal", and "done in such a way that it ruins me for other men", in case you were wondering!
Off panel: I wasn't!
T-Rex: "I wasn't anymore!", you mean!
T-Rex: ...Because when it comes to T-Rex facts, I've TOTALLY got your back?
