Body Language... I think I'm a Gremlin.

I've been putting in long hours lately, so this morning at 3a.m. My body started having a conversation.

Stomach: GROWWWWWWWL, I'm hungry. I want to eat.

Brain : It's 3a.m. We are not eating!

Stomach: I said GROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL, we are not a gremlin, we can eat after midnight.

Brain: Can and should are two different things.

Stomach: GROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLL, "VALKYRIE NEEDS FOOD!!!"

Brain: Don't quote video games, your not getting any food. Last time I gave in to you, we spent 4 of my favorite sleep hours sitting on the john and contemplating the existence of god!

Eyes: Do you realize the strain I went through last time?

Stomach: Growwwwl, Do you know how much strain I'm going through now?

Eyes: Careful, everyone knows I'm bigger than you.

Stomach: GEEERRRRRRRRRROWWWWWWWLLLLLLL!!!

Brain: Stop, you'll wake the neighbors. We live in a co-op, not a bunker.

Stomach: Pppppuuuullleeeeeesz?  Things will be different this time. We have whole grain pop tarts. They are whole grain, that makes them good for us.

Brain: Now I know why your the stomach and not the brain. If I let you have one, will you shut up and stop interrupting everyone else who is trying to work?

Stomach: YES! YES! YES! Yes, I will!

Brain: OK., one Whole Grain Pop Tart.

Fast forward to 4:45a.m.

Brain: About the existence of god...

Stomach: OWWWWWWWWW, IT HURTS!

Brain: I told you this would happen.

Stomach: Why would you listen to me? I'm not the brains of the operation.

Intestines: I HATE YOU ALL!!!!!!