Narrator: THE INVENTION OF SPACE:
T-Rex: Golly but I'm tired of everything being compressed into a single point! That's right! I'm not afraid to say it:
T-Rex: Golly but I'm tired of that!!
T-Rex: If only there were some way to - I don't know, move things out across trillions of, I wanna say... "kilometers"?
Dromiceiomimus: It might be nice to be in a place, and later on not be in that place, and have those two phrases make sense.
T-Rex: See, this is what I'm saying! We need what I'm going to call "space"!
Utahraptor: Ooh, I have some ideas for this "space" thing!
T-Rex: Please!
Utahraptor: It should be mostly empty with only a few habitable planets, and if you go into "space" without a "space" "suit", you'll die. But then if you stay on your planet you die anyway, just a bit later!!
T-Rex: That's super great. It's super great if the universe is 99.9999% instakill zones.
Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Hey, where'd you go?
Off panel: I'm over here: that's possible now! I guess I just... needed my space??
T-Rex and off panel: Hah hah hah
