I would submit a new word to the lexicon: dinofeathers. It means "I may concede the fact is correct but I am not happy about it, usually on grounds of personal aesthetics."
Big, scaly thunder lizard chasing you down? This is metal as fuck.
This is Priscilla, Queen of the Jurassic.
Warm-blooded makes them faster and deadlier. Awesome. Erect tails act as counterbalance, helps them run faster. Terrifying. Add feathers to nature's perfect killing machine and what do you get?
Yeah, yeah. I know they're probably right on this one. T-rex looks like a giant, angry chicken. They've got the fossil evidence. Now you'll go and tell me why we can't have jetpacks, flying cars and combat mecha. Aw, dinofeathers.