T-Rex: Dang, there's something that hasn't happened to me or anyone I know in way too long a time!

T-Rex: Something called A LITTLE WHITE LIE SPIRALS OUT OF CONTROL??

Narrator: AND SO:
T-Rex: Dromiceiomimus! Did you know I, T-REX, just got a degree in, Advanced... Applied... uh, Racecar Driving?
Dromiceiomimus: Perfect: my cousin needs someone to fill in for him at the racetrack! That's his car. It's dinosaur-sized, but so far away that it COULD appear to be small if viewed from the correct angle with misleading depth cues.
T-Rex: Okay cool

Narrator: AND SO:
Utahraptor: You don't know racecar driving!
T-Rex: It's okay, I know how to do frauds!!

Narrator: AND SO:
Utahraptor: The race is about to start! Just admit you don't know racecar stuff!
T-Rex: Naw, I've got this. I'm pretty sure nothing bad ever happens to me. Funny stuff, sure, but it's not like I could literally kill myself and everyone around m--

Narrator: AND SO GOD REWINDS TIME TO THE SECOND PANEL OF THIS COMIC AND PUTS WORDS IN T-REX'S MOUTH:
T-Rex: Something called SITTING AT HOME QUIETLY
T-Rex: What the-?! I didn't want to say that!!
T-Rex: But... it DOES sound rad