T-Rex: As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous, verminous meme.
T-Rex: Everything he said was in all-caps Impact font.

T-Rex: He could almost see his numerous image macros waving helplessly before his eyes!

T-Rex: "NOT SURE IF REAL LIFE", he thought, then he imagined a picture of Fry from Futurama squinting a little, then he completed the thought with "OR A DREAM". It was no dream. His room, a regular bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the four familiar walls. He struggled to get out of bed. "AM I THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE" he said, then pictured Walter from The Big Lebowski with a gun, "WHO CAN'T GET OUT OF BED??"

Utahraptor: "TURNED INTO MEME", he said, thinking of Bad Luck Brian, "AND ISN'T SUCCESS KID".
T-Rex: Precisely!

T-Rex: His mother knocks to tell him he's late and he shouts "I DON'T ALWAYS MISS WORK / [Dos Equis guy] / BUT WHEN I DO, I HAVE A GOOD REASON" and it's close enough to how he normally talks that she doesn't suspect he's a meme now.
Utahraptor: How tragic! How monstrous! I can't wait to read 200 more pages of this!!

God: T-REX I LIKE THIS IDEA SO I WILL NOW SEND IT THROUGH TIME AND GIVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE
T-Rex: The greatest compliment!
God: WHILE ALSO MAKING IT NON-TERRIBLE
T-Rex: ...yeah. Yeah, that's fair actually.