God: T-REX HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR GENERATION
T-Rex: Born too late for tall ships, but too soon for star ships!
God: WOW
God: OUCH
T-Rex: I know it, dude!
God: THERE'S GOT TO BE A LESS DEPRESSING WAY TO DESCRIBE YOURSELVES
T-Rex: Born too soon to have our consciousness survive indefinitely in a robot body, but born just late enough that we can all TOTALLY see the option coming?
T-Rex: Yaaaaay mortality??
Utahraptor: Born too late for naming mountains, but just right for naming planets!
T-Rex: NICE.
T-Rex: Yet I can't help but notice we were born too late for chamberpots, but too soon to just have it beamed out of our bodies. Into a giant pile. That we then beam onto our enemies' heads.
Utahraptor: But then our enemies would retaliate in kind!
T-Rex: Oh man! GROSS!
T-Rex: I guess we'd have to declare a truce, and then we're back where we started.
Off panel: Until they figure out inside body to inside body poop beaming.
T-Rex: EWWWWWWWWWW!!
T-Rex: Frig, let's just die now and get it over with, am I right?
