T-Rex: I have a machine that washes my clothes...
T-Rex: (I DO SOMETIMES CHOOSE TO WEAR THEM!)
T-Rex: ...and I have a machine that washes my dishes...
T-Rex: ...but why is there not a machine for the thing I wash EVEN MORE OFTEN?? I speak, of course, of my body!
T-Rex: I WANT A BODY-WASHING MACHINE.
T-Rex: I want to enter a DARK BOX and just SIT THERE whilst machines get me clean!
T-Rex: And to be clear, I want nothing more than what we already grant dirty ware, both glass- and under-!
Utahraptor: But -
T-Rex: Let me just add: I know "wear" and "ware" are different words. But they SOUND the same!
Utahraptor: That was my only concern. A flying car may be unreasonable, but a WET SUDS CHAMBER with NIMBLE, GENTLE, and GENEROUS robot arms is NOT.
Narrator: MEANWHILE, IN A BETTER UNIVERSE:
T-Rex: I come home exhausted and fell asleep in my wet cleaning box for EIGHT FULL HOURS!
Off panel: What happened?
T-Rex: I merely got SUPER extra clean!
Off panel: Frig, I love this universe!!
