I've entered a poetry contest!
I can't lose!
Right, Dromiceiomimus? I'm a good poet, right?
Sure! Although I've not heard much of your poetry!
I can assure you that my poetry is excellent, unlike our current department of state!
So you want to enter?
You must have heard some bad jokes about me!
Don't you think they're just afraid of being called racist?
Perhaps!
But I don't want to hurt your feelings, T-Rex.
But I do want to hear your story! Please!
LATER:
I cleaned the dishes in the kitchen. "Good cooking, good dishes," said I.
"Did you hear that? I found a way to live off of this empty dish that nobody else will ever want to eat!"