T-Rex: Let's assume, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF ARGUMENT, that in my remaining 50 years or however long it is I have left, I fail to become immortal.
T-Rex: That implies I've got a finite number of days left!
T-Rex: And THAT implies that I've got to make these days count. It implies that every day is a race against mortality, and even though I'm doomed to lose this race, second place isn't so bad.
Dromiceiomimus: Second place is first loser, T-Rex.
T-Rex and Dromiceiomimus: NO FEAR
Utahraptor: What are you gonna do to secure a respectable second place?
T-Rex: Same thing I'm already doing, man!
T-Rex: Hanging out with friends, trying to make things rad and myself EVEN MORE AWESOME whenever possible, and, OCCASIONALLY, smooching people who are SO ATTRACTIVE I kinda can't even believe it. I want to be able to look back on my life and say...
Utahraptor: ...yes?
T-Rex: Um... "neat"?
T-Rex: "I never DID find out where I left my keys"?
Off panel: "Oh crap, her name is 'Emily', I've been calling her 'Dromiceiomimus'"?
T-Rex: ...
T-Rex: ...SERIOUSLY??
