Chapter 18: An Accident
Bladder: Hey, Brain. Brain. Brain. Brain. Wake up, Brain.
Brain: It's 4 in the morning, Bladder. Go back to sleep.
Bladder: But I caaaaan't. I really gotta gooooooooo.
Brain: Can't you hold it?
Bladder: (whimper, whimper). No.
Brain: Oh, all right. We'll get up. Come on, guys.
Eyes: You don't need me, do you?
Brain: Nah. We've lived in this house for 12 years and never moved the bedroom furniture. I think Auto Pilot's got this one.
Auto Pilot: I think Common Sense might have something to say about this. Especially about that suitcase on the floor.
Brain: Common Sense is still asleep. No need to wake everyone.
Auto Pilot: Well, we may have wanted to choose better, though. Maybe awoken Feet? Or perhaps Balance...
Head: Whoa. Why am I on the floor?
Brain: Hmm. Something's not right here. Hand, check out the situation. Mouth, we woke the husband and he is yelling, assure him everything is okay.
Common Sense: Wait, is it? I need to be involved here.
Auto Pilot: Oh, now you wake up. We needed you a minute ago, you know.
Hand: This doesn't make sense. Head is all wet.
Common Sense: Okay, stay down. That's probably blood. If we stand up, we'll probably just fall again.
Hand: And check this out. A giant hole!
Skull: Hey! That's what the outside looks like. I always wondered. Hi everybody!
Blood: We're freeeeeee!
Common Sense: No, no, no. Gotta keep all you guys inside.
Common Sense: Hang in there, Hand, it's going to be a long rest of morning. Here's the gauze. Keep it on there.
Hand: Oh goodie.
Auto Pilot: Okay, looks like you won't be needing me for a very long time. Good night!