T-Rex: The city was dark - too dark. The kind of dark that could drive a man insane.
T-Rex: As I parked my retro car outside of my detective agency, I felt for the cool weight of my gun!
T-Rex: Not just cool temperature-wise, but cool in that it made me look good. Too good. But I had to look good, because my first case of the day was my ex-wife, Fran. Turns out she was bein' blackmailed. Couldn't say by who, but I had a pretty good idea of who it might be. The night was turning out to be a real night... to remember.
Utahraptor: T-Rex, enough! Is this story supposed to have a case of the sucks?
T-Rex: No! Of course not!
Utahraptor: You're kidding me, right? It's stereotypical, but it's like you're not really sure what the stereotypes are. It reads like a parody where they forgot to put in any jokes! Also, is it night or day in the story?
T-Rex: Whoah, ouch! Last time I narrate any of my stories for you, Mr. Critical Pants!
Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Oh right, Utahraptor's having trouble with this dude he's been seeing! I forgive his critical outburst.
Narrator: "TROUBLE AT HOME?"