T-Rex: There's a question coming up, and its answer is ME. It has always been me.

Narrator: WHO HAS THE SICKEST BEATS?
T-Rex: Uh, ME.

T-Rex: My beats are so sick they're not going into work today!
Dromiceiomimus: Oh yeah? MY beats are so sick doctors are naming their disease after them, because NOBODY HAS BEEN QUITE SO SICK IN QUITE THE SAME WAY BEFORE.

Utahraptor: Well MY beats are so sick that their breathing is shallow and mucussy!
T-Rex: Ew!

Utahraptor: My beats are so sick they have blood coming out of their holes! EVERY ONE of their MANY HOLES.
T-Rex: EW. Holes? HOLES??
T-Rex: This just in: you're no longer allowed to talk about holes, EVER.

Narrator: CONGRATULATIONS!!
Narrator: IF YOU WERE EMAILED THIS COMIC IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT HOLES ANYMORE EITHER
Narrator: also your beats, if you produce them, aren't NEARLY as sick as they could be