T-Rex: In cartoons, when you're really smart, your head gets ginormous.
T-Rex: Pretty sweet deal, my friends!
T-Rex: I would love it if there were outward indicators of being a super genius. I would love it if when someone said "Is there a super genius in the room?", as folks are wont to do, I could just point to my GIANT THROBBING VEINY HEAD and raise one eyebrow.
Utahraptor: And then what?
T-Rex: They'd say "Thanks for answering my question!"
T-Rex: They'd say "I just wanted to know who was the smartest" and then they'd go on to say "I'm really glad to find out that you are definitely the smartest, T-Rex."
Utahraptor: I feel like I'm reading T-Rex fan fiction, written by T-Rex.
T-Rex: And does it feel like... COMING HOME??
T-Rex: Does it feel like the first taste of a homecooked meal after days of terrible fast food? Does it feel like pulling on a favourite sweater, the smell of the fabric comforting you in a way that you can BARELY EVEN EXPLAIN??
T-Rex: ...Because if so, then maybe we should TALK
