T-Rex: I would like to improve myself! I would like to remove my flaws, assuming they somehow exist. In short, I would like to become...
Narrator: THE PERFECT MAN
T-Rex: Obviously the perfect man is a towering colossus of sentient engines and steel, able to bench press entire cities while not forgetting the essential truths of being alive.
Dromiceiomimus: Why stop at cities? What if there was a man who could bench press... entire PLANETS?
T-Rex: Oh crap, wow, I did NOT imagine big enough!!
T-Rex: Okay, the perfect man is now made of titanium and ultrasteel and can bench press PLANETS.
Utahraptor: What about... galaxies??
T-Rex: Dude I can see what you're doing here, but the problem with galaxies is that they're mostly empty space. You can't blast your pecs with one because you couldn't actually hold it.
Utahraptor: Sounds like an excuse a non-perfect man would make!
T-Rex: DARN IT, YOU'RE RIGHT!
Narrator: SOON:
Off panel: What's your new year's resolution, T-Rex?
T-Rex: To be made of adamantium and diamonds and then to bench press the entire universe.
Off panel: Oh, I was just gonna lose, like -
Off panel: 20 pounds?
