T-Rex: You eat dinner and have been rewarded with a fortune cookie. You open it up and it says "HI! GOD HERE. YOU SHOULD BE A DOCTOR."
T-Rex: You freak out and try to leave but you're tripping on many balls!!
T-Rex: I want to make this dream come true, Drotimes! Fortune cookies have for DECADES been offering restrained, generic, feel-good advice which sets me up AMAZINGLY WELL for cookies that offer terrifyingly specific and urgent advice. And you only print them 1 in 5000, so your dining companions all get regular boring "gosh you're lucky!" fortunes while you are LOSING IT!
Dromiceiomimus: So... start a company?
Utahraptor: How about one that simply says "OMEGA PROTOCOL IS GO"?
T-Rex: Oh wow, perfect!
T-Rex: "THEY'RE INSIDE THE RESTAURANT. PAY QUIETLY AND GET OUT"
Utahraptor: "YOUR BODY WILL BE OUR NEST"
T-Rex: "I HAVE THE ANTIDOTE"
Utahraptor: "DON'T BELIEVE HIS LIES"
T-Rex: And each crazy fortune is put in the cookie multiple times, so it seems like someone is REALLY trying to get that "MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM IN FIVE MINUTES, COME ALONE" message to you. Tada! The world is instantly more awesome AND terrifying!
T-Rex: Thank me later, chumps!!