T-Rex: Turns out French has a language board that's in charge of the language: the ACADÉMIE FRANÇAISE! This has frustrated, but not stymied, my attempts to slip "yally-teep" into French!
T-Rex: Also, they've had the Academy since 1635, which shows remarkable foresight against me!!
T-Rex: They're comprised of 40 members, appointed for life and known as THE IMMORTALS. And the head of state in France is charged with officially PROTECTING THE IMMORTALS.
Dromiceiomimus: Holy crap. France is metal.
T-Rex: France is metal as heck, but - it gives ME an opening!
Utahraptor: Bribe the Immortals to get them to support your word?
T-Rex: Pfft.
T-Rex: They've gotta be turning down bribes every day. No, MY plan is to insinuate myself INTO the Academy, amass political and social capital, then spend it all in a breathtaking betrayal as I force my word to be added to the OFFICIAL DICTIONARY. I figure it'll take 20 years, give or take.
Narrator: BUT THEN, FIVE YEARS LATER:
T-Rex: Aw man, I completely forgot my decades-long plan to BETRAY THE IMMORTALS!!
Off panel: Excuse me??
T-Rex: Oh, it's a long and VERY French story
