Narrator: T-REX HAS A HOUSEGUEST:
T-Rex: Sure do! I have a friend who is visiting from INTERNET. He's pretty rad! But there is a problem...

T-Rex: He walks on my damn carpets with his damn shoes on!

T-Rex: Who does that? He's PROBABLY getting dirt all over the carpets like nobody's business!
Dromiceiomimus: Well, have you asked him to stop, T-Rex?
T-Rex: I didn't want to seem uptight about it! It's something he should know by now, right? But now it's quickly becoming a Thing.
T-Rex: I um, I capitalized the 'T' there, but there's no way you could know.

Utahraptor: So ask him to stop now!
T-Rex: I can't!

T-Rex: NOW whenever I see him do it I get REALLY cheezed off about it, much more than, you know, footwear on a fuzzy floor should warrant. I've let it get so under my skin that I can't trust my reactions anymore! Can - can YOU ask him not to?
Utahraptor: No way! You're an adult; you deal with this.

T-Rex: 〚thinks〛 T-Rex! What if, INSTEAD of dealing with this, you simply bought new carpets after he left? Yes! You can solve your emotional problems just by SPENDING MONEY!
T-Rex: 〚thinks〛 Wow! No wonder people like capitalism so much!!