Chapter 22: Listening to a Game on the Radio
Brain: Yea! My two favorite teams are playing tonight!
Ears: Yes, nice to have something to do.
Eyes: I'm bored. Dumb radio.
Common Sense: Well, it's more like "dumb TV" for being blacked out, which is really the "dumb fans" for not buying all the tickets... I'm not going to keep going here.
Brain: Good, because I'm trying to pay attention to the game.
Eyes: Yup. Still bored. How about we close down.
Heart: Oh, we're shutting down? Okay, everyone. Slow down the functions.
Brain: No, no, no. Not shutting down. Trying to listen to the game.
Ears: Well, actually the static on the radio is making it hard to decipher what's being said. I'm okay with shutting down too.
Brain: No! We've listened for 14 innings now, we need to hear who wins.
Common Sense: We have to get up early tomorrow. We'll listen for it on the news tomorrow.
Brain: What fun is that? We're staying up.
Mouth: <Yawn>
Brain: What was that? Some kind of rebellion?
Mouth: Sorry, no, taking command from Hypothalamus.
Brain: What? Who put you in charge, Hypo-whoever-you-are?
Hypothalamus: I'm your lower part, I control everything that keeps us alive. God put me in charge, for which you should be thankful. You would have had us killed many times over by now. Time to sleep.
Brain: No. I refuse.
Hypothalamus: Not much you can do about it when we're in shut down mode.
Brain: You think so, huh?
Eyes: ... And we're shut.
Brain: YOU may go ahead and shut down, but I won't go down until I'm good and ready.
Memory: Yeah, this is true. I remember a few nights of tossing and turning. Not fun, Brain.
Brain: Ah yes, but the excellent plans that I made during that time.
Memory: What plans? I don't remember any of those excellent plans.
Brain: Exactly! We don't need sleep.
Neck: And may I just say that resting Head on the counter is less than ideal? I am seeing tomorrow's pain from that already.
Ears: It's okay. I'm hearing runs scoring in the game. Looks like it's over.
Brain: Yes! Victory! Now we can go to bed.
Common Sense: Something tells me that you aren't referring to the victor of the baseball game.
Brain: Ha HA! Brain rules over all.
Heart: You may think so, but just you wait...
Ears: Yes, nice to have something to do.
Eyes: I'm bored. Dumb radio.
Common Sense: Well, it's more like "dumb TV" for being blacked out, which is really the "dumb fans" for not buying all the tickets... I'm not going to keep going here.
Brain: Good, because I'm trying to pay attention to the game.
Eyes: Yup. Still bored. How about we close down.
Heart: Oh, we're shutting down? Okay, everyone. Slow down the functions.
Brain: No, no, no. Not shutting down. Trying to listen to the game.
Ears: Well, actually the static on the radio is making it hard to decipher what's being said. I'm okay with shutting down too.
Brain: No! We've listened for 14 innings now, we need to hear who wins.
Common Sense: We have to get up early tomorrow. We'll listen for it on the news tomorrow.
Brain: What fun is that? We're staying up.
Mouth: <Yawn>
Brain: What was that? Some kind of rebellion?
Mouth: Sorry, no, taking command from Hypothalamus.
Brain: What? Who put you in charge, Hypo-whoever-you-are?
Hypothalamus: I'm your lower part, I control everything that keeps us alive. God put me in charge, for which you should be thankful. You would have had us killed many times over by now. Time to sleep.
Brain: No. I refuse.
Hypothalamus: Not much you can do about it when we're in shut down mode.
Brain: You think so, huh?
Eyes: ... And we're shut.
Brain: YOU may go ahead and shut down, but I won't go down until I'm good and ready.
Memory: Yeah, this is true. I remember a few nights of tossing and turning. Not fun, Brain.
Brain: Ah yes, but the excellent plans that I made during that time.
Memory: What plans? I don't remember any of those excellent plans.
Brain: Exactly! We don't need sleep.
Neck: And may I just say that resting Head on the counter is less than ideal? I am seeing tomorrow's pain from that already.
Ears: It's okay. I'm hearing runs scoring in the game. Looks like it's over.
Brain: Yes! Victory! Now we can go to bed.
Common Sense: Something tells me that you aren't referring to the victor of the baseball game.
Brain: Ha HA! Brain rules over all.
Heart: You may think so, but just you wait...