What you don't see in the next panel is where the raccoons and cephalopods all stop laughing at the same time, cock their heads slightly, and turn to stare at t-rex

FRIGGIN' RACISTS MESSING UP MY GENERALIZATIONS, ALSO STEALING MY JOBS, WOMEN

T-rex has gotten the idea that what debt collection agencies do is «try to get people to buy them a big ol' lunch», which, when you think about it, isn't actually what they do at all. let's be serious about this, t-rex. come on.

The alternate ending has t-rex in panel 5 asking utahraptor to tell him something exciting so he can use the expression, and utahraptor says he was at a party last night where some people were doing cocaine in the corner, and t-rex really doesn't know what to say to that. he imagines he would feel uncomfortable in such a situation, but would try to pretend like he was cool with it, like he didn't even care.

The only way to defeat these robot clones will be to trap them in a logical contradiction, which, as robots, they are supremely under-equipped to handle. it's like what happens if you ask a regular person to assemble a car out of its constituent parts. they just fall to the ground, twitching! we're really from two different worlds, i think.

Christmas is saved!!

T-rex's father is an enigma dipped in a few crazysauce predictions

SHE WAS THE CHUGGIEST

Guys i am seriously so sick of gardens of regret right now

I for one would like to register disappointment with every aspect of these discount oven fries?