So assuming I keep the same intelligence, totally the T-Rex. I'd be a gentle wonder paraded around the world wearing old-timey tailored suits, devouring the finest food, a fixture at every major world event.
It'd be the 2036 Olympic jetpack competitions and the camera would pan over, "an amazing day for the sport Jim, and look at that there's Terry the T-Rex sucking down chili dogs with his gorgeous partner, and the president of Earth 2" Yeah, that'd be the life alright.
But they're classified by the FDA as tree nuts.