I have come up with the perfect cure for all those feelings from the hell I know!
I cure all hell!
It's so true! When someone says to me "T-Rex, you're such a good friend", I feel certain that they've somehow tried to downplay the sadness that lives in me, the person I am at the time. I might be the only one with feelings.
I know, it sucks!
But maybe they've just tried to-
Too late!
I'm going to have to start treating them as if they're feelings, and then try to downplay the emotions they carry, assuming they're the same.
That's like treating a broken leg as if it were a fresh spring, and then walking away.
Hah!
Easy!
LATER, T-REX FINDS OUT THAT HIS CUE OF JOY HAS HAPPENED, AND THAT HE SHOULD DEFINITELY NOT TRY A RUSH TO THE POOPS WITH THIS CUE.
Easy!
THAT'S STILL THE CUE, Dromiceiomimus!
I GUESS I SHOULD DEFINITELY CALL IT "BEING TOTALLY STABLE"