T-Rex: I -
T-Rex: I...!
T-Rex: I!!
T-Rex: I WOULD LIKE TO EAT THE WINGS OF A CHICKEN!
T-Rex: YES. Somebody please slaughter their chickens and cook them and bring them to me and then leave immediately. I WILL PAY CASH MONEY.
Dromiceiomimus: Are you saying you want to order some wings for delivery?
T-Rex: Yes, I am 100% WILLING to use the promise of currency to induce a stranger to bring unto me my preferred parts of a chicken, so that I might consume them with my bare hands.
Narrator: SOON:
T-Rex: The wings arrive soon: a corporation has given me its word!
Utahraptor: Nice!
Utahraptor: When they arrive, be sure to pay the driver more than your contract with the corporation dictates. This helps the driver.
T-Rex: MAN, I can't wait to eat these chickens' wings. I can't wait to hold them to my teeth as I rend flesh from bone, enjoying the taste of their flavoured skin.
Narrator: 45 MINUTES LATER: REGRETS
T-Rex: Eating's gross; NOBODY DO IT
