God: T-REX LET'S INVENT AN AGING MACHINE
T-Rex: A what?
God: A MACHINE THAT MAKES PEOPLE AGE REAL FAST
God: COME ON
God: IT'LL RULE

Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Tada! The aging machine is completed!

T-Rex: Dromiceiomimus, what have YOU done today? I'VE just made a machine that makes people age, with God's help!
Dromiceiomimus: So what's the symbolism there? Is it called "The Life Machine" or something?
T-Rex: No. No, that would be good but this is actually just a machine that leaks invisible cell-decaying radiation.

Utahraptor: Holy cow! Why would you build something like that?
T-Rex: B-Because God told me to?

Utahraptor: That's insanely dangerous, T-Rex! Geez!! I'm leaving. I don't want to be around a dude who has a LIFE-DESTROYING MACHINE nearby.
T-Rex: Man, you're right! What was I thinking? Well, you can REST ASSURED that I'll be taking this up with God at my earliest convenience.

Narrator: BUT LATER, ALL IS FORGOTTEN:
T-Rex: So yeah! That's why I can never see myself using the word "twincest".
God: THAT'S FAIR