So there's this T-Rex in the middle of the Sorting Room. He is looking around for something to stomp. "Where's the tiny house?" he demands. (He can
totally talk.) "Where's the tiny woman? NOT THAT THERE IS ANY
MISOGYNY IN THIS QUESTION. I am just
used to stomping on a tiny woman and her gender is incidental! ANYWAY I WOULD LIKE TO STOMP ON
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"Do you have any merch to go with your game? And if not, are you willing to pay someone--say, some genius purebred Siamese--to market some?"
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Less astute in the ways of marketing than the average feline, T-Rex ventured: "I would split the profits?"
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"Yeah," he said. "That's exactly it. So we put out a line of T-shirts and cell phone covers and shot glasses and stuff like that, and maybe some posters because everyone loves posters, and we split the profits twenty-eighty. And Monkey Whores goes gold."
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