T-Rex: I toss you some crayons and ask you to draw me a picture of a grassy field on a clear day with the sun shining down from above. POP QUIZ, HOTSHOT: which colour crayons do you use?
T-Rex: Green, blue, and yellow, right?
T-Rex: Only that's crazy! That's COMPLETELY CRAZY. The grass is green and the sky is blue, sure, but the sun isn't YELLOW. It's white. It's like, the DEFINITION of white light.
Dromiceiomimus: Oh my god, I was gonna say "yellow".
T-Rex: I KNOW, RIGHT? Everyone says yellow, even though the fact that's a lie is LITERALLY as obvious as the sun in the sky!
Dromiceiomimus: I am tripping several balls right now, T-Rex!!
Utahraptor: Copious balls are being tripped over here too!!
T-Rex: You know what's TRIPPIER STILL?
T-Rex: NOBODY KNOWS WHY THIS IS SO. Some say it's because wood burns yellow, so like cavemen we believe "strange sky fire ball" is the same colour. Others think it's because the sun IS briefly yellow at sunset - a time FAMOUS for atmospheric distortion of light and colour - and we just assume it's always like that.
T-Rex: Personally, I believe that the entire planet thinking the sun isn't white is but a side-effect of an eldritch curse on us all, one which keeps us from remembering something horrible!!
Off panel: Huh? What?
T-Rex: Oh hah hah
T-Rex: Nevermind!!
