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
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