Cue the downright vicious paleontology blood-feud between the two camps of thought on whether they were tenors or sopranos
I was always told manufacturing and construction breed the meanest coworkers.
Then I learned about decades of journalistic wars between paleontologist that boil down to "I’m right, they’re wrong, therefore I present we name this species after my opponent. The ‘Doodoostupidheadasaurus’. It has a never-before-seen giant penis bone, which I shall call the “Rightusbiggusdickusflagellum’.”
All because someone didn’t properly attribute two words back in grad school.
They’re also the only discipline I’m aware of that frequently sabotaged each other’s research using TNT like Looney Tunes characters
Quite a lot of modern dinosaurs sing so why not
Sadly, they only knew only one song. After singing “7 AM, waking up in the morning, Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal, …” every day over and over again, they eventually collectively committed suicide.
They probably sounded like geese, but on a lower octave.
