T-Rex: One day the soul of Tim got transmitted into his cell phone! "Oh no, my soul got transmitted into a cell phone!" Tim gasped.

T-Rex: This summarized the plot thus far perfectly!

T-Rex: The problem was his cell phone wasn't holding a charge like it used to, and he was terrified that if the battery died he'd lose his soul. And since he had a phone made by Apple, he couldn't replace the battery on his own.
Dromiceiomimus: "You have to go into our store and meet with someone at the 'Genius Bar'," they said.
T-Rex: "You call your employees geniuses," Tim said, flatly.

Utahraptor: "We do," said Apple. "At least the ones called to the Bar."

T-Rex: "And you think the best work a genius can be doing is public-facing technical support," Tim said.
Utahraptor: "Don't insult our employees," Apple said.
T-Rex: "I'm not," Tim said, "in fact, I'm taking you at your word. I just think geniuses have more important things to do."

Narrator: SORRY THIS COMIC GOT DERAILED
Narrator: "I AM HAVING PROBLEMS WITH MY IDEVICES"