T-Rex: Sherlock Holmes, who was the best at solving crimes now that his brother Mycroft became a living computer and evolved into the next stage of existence -

T-Rex: - IT'S CANON, READ A BOOK SOMETIME -

T-Rex: - specifically MY books, furrowed his brow. Here was YET ANOTHER crime puzzle that needed solving, and only he could deduce a solution!
Dromiceiomimus: "Hey, do you think your existence invites a higher level of crime?" Watson asked. "Like how Batman forces criminals to get on his level and therefore creates his own monsters, maybe that's what we're doing here?"

T-Rex: Sherlock waved away his concerns. "I deduce you're wrong!" he said.
Utahraptor: "I'm not sure I am!" Watson said!

Utahraptor: "It's just before we showed up there were, like, purse snatchers," Watson continued, accurately, "but now there's literally a guy calling himself 'The Napoleon of Crime'."
T-Rex: "It is a common misconception that I hate crime," Sherlock retorted. "Actually I just hate being bored."

T-Rex: Sherlock turned to the camera. "I DO DRUGS IF THERE'S NO CRIME AROUND AND DIDN'T KNOW THE EARTH GOES AROUND THE SUN," he shouted. "I CANNOT SAVE YOU."
T-Rex: THE END.