T-Rex: Spider-Man's Nasty Cake, a tale of betrayal and self-discovery, by award-winning author AND thoughtsmith, T-Rex!
T-Rex: Wait, "thoughtsmith" has maxed-out pretentious!
T-Rex: Okay, it's by T-Rex, "author of award-eligible wordsmithery".
Dromiceiomimus: That sounds like it's your first time speaking English, and uh, things aren't going so hot.
T-Rex: By T-Rex, "the owner of mind that brought you the erotica for adults with problems??"
Dromiceiomimus: ...Better?
T-Rex: "By T-Rex, our last, best and only hope for the printed word."
Utahraptor: "By T-Rex, writer"?
T-Rex: What about "By T-Rex, the insatiable devourer of worlds... of IMAGINATION!"?
Utahraptor: What about you write your story and let it stand on its own merits, and worry about your blurb later?
T-Rex: Utahraptor, my story is about Spider-Man eating a nasty cake. I need all the help I can get.
Text: Spider-Man choked back another bite of the cake. He chewed, looking around the room. "So nasty." he breathed.
T-Rex: On second thought, nevermind! It turns out writing is easy!!
