Two brain cells walk into a bar
I feel incredibly guilty.
You do? Why?
We never should have left him alone.
Ah, go on. He’ll be fine.
He depends on us.
Look, when was the last time we got out like this and let loose?
I know. And we’re no good to him unless we’re good to ourselves.
Exactly. That’s what I’m saying.
Still…
Don’t second-guess yourself. We’re here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.
It’s just that he’s so vulnerable. He’d be lost without us and you know it.
You think too much.
I’m a brain cell.
Relax. We’ll have a few beers, link up with a couple of cute female cells from the left brain…
Did you look in on him before we left?
What do you mean?
I mean what was he doing before we took off?
He was sitting in front of the computer.
Was he writing?
The screen was blank.
See. The poor guy’s only got two creative brain cells and we’re both AWOL.
Hey, look, I am worn out, dude. Fried. We’ve been working hard for months. I need this.
Okay. Whatever.
Trust me. We are going to have a good time and when we get back we’ll have plenty of stories to tell.
I suppose you’re right.
Of course I’m right.
Hmm.
What’s wrong now?
Can I just call him?
Oh, come on.
I have this idea about a breakfast cereal box that talks to him. He can work on it while we’re gone.
No. We are off duty. Let him watch TV for a while.
Just promise me we’ll be back tomorrow.
I’m not promising anything.
Wednesday?
Go with the neuron flow, my friend.
Thursday?
Wha-ho-ho would you look at the cell bodies on those two?
Where?
Oh, so now you’re interested.
I never said I wasn’t interested.
They’re over there by the cerebellum.
Oh, yeah.
What do you say we walk on over and offer to buy them a drink?
Sounds good. Wait. We need a joke. We gotta open with a joke.
The Pope walks into a bar where the seven dwarfs are drinking?
Perfect.
I’ll be the Pope. You do the dwarf voices.
This one’s for you, Jack.
Shut up and move.
11:53:03 PM  Random Nonsense
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