T-Rex: Cave painting: check. Renaissance-era painting: check. Astrolabe from the Age of Discovery stuffed inside my computer: check!
T-Rex: It appears I have finished decorating my house!
Dromiceiomimus: That's a pretty eclectic set of decorations!
T-Rex: It is! But here's my angle: let's say there's a catastrophe and everyone dies. When Future Folks dig up my house, I will throw their historical understanding into chaos! They will say "HOW COULD A CAVE MAN OWN A RENAISSANCE-ERA PAINTING AND A COMPUTER WITH AN ASTROLABE STUFFED IN IT?! FRIG. HISTORY IS RUINED, YOU GUYS."
Utahraptor: Or they could simply deduce that someone collected these things from the past!
T-Rex: They might!
T-Rex: But THEN worst case they'll think "Wait, nevermind: THIS dude just had supremely excellent taste!!"
Utahraptor: So either you want to destroy a future generation's idea of history, or be remembered for your skills at interior decoration.
T-Rex: Yeah, either way I win!
Narrator: EPILOGUE: YEARS LATER, T-REX IS MOSTLY REMEMBERED FOR THE ONE TIME HE SAID "WHICH ONE OF YOU JERKS POURED COFFEE IN MY HAT?"
T-Rex: Attention, future generations!
T-Rex: I'm still calling that a win!!