And, as usual, got my appetite back around midnight.
Scene: at the diner, after taking a mouthful of chicken rice
soup:
Stomach, rumbling thunderously: WHAT…IS…THIS?!?!??!?!
Mouth: Oh, Great,
Unpredictable Stomach—this is chicken rice soup! You were pleased by our evening offerings of
popsicles, jello, applesauce and dry white toast, and you demanded that we all
come over here for either soup or eggs, if there wasn’t chicken soup, remember?
Stomach, continuing to rumble: SILENCE, IMPERTINENT ONE!!!!
Brain: Oh, geez. I told you not to get dressed and come out…
Mouth: Oh, Mighty
Stomach, the soup doesn’t taste bad…and it came with crackers!!
Renegade Tastebud: Yeah, but they’re those Krispy crackers,
not the good Nabisco saltines…
Brain: Hey, you find a diner that doesn’t serve these Krispy
brand crackers, we’ll go there.
Renegade Tastebud #2:
Actually, the soup’s pretty salty…
Mouth: Will you guys SHUT UP!?!? (to Stomach) Besides, we have this lovely
cold ice water!!!
Stomach: Hmm. Yes.
Yes, you may continue with your “soup.”
And you may Release the Crackers!!!
Eyes: (roll back into
head)
Brain: I suppose that was inevitable…
Stomach: But not the
carrots and celery bits. Pick those out…
Mouth: Yes. Yes, we can do that. Thank you.
And…scene.
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