What happens in my head

8:00 AM

• Brain Cell 1: OK GUYS, G'MORNING
• Brain Cell 2: WTF SHUT UP ITS LIKE 1 AM
• Brain Cell 3: Actually, according to the Circadian Clock, it should be abou-
• Brain Cell 2: YOU SHUT UP TOO YA IDIOT LEMME SLEEP I NEED THEM AMINO ACIDS OR WHATEVER
• Brain Cell 1: PEOPLEZZ, WAKE UP!!
• Brain Cell 4: Meeeeow.

STOMP STOMP

8:30 AM

• Brain Cell 1: OK GUYS CEREAL TIME
• Brain Cell 5: Awww... What about pancakes?
• Brain Cell 1: SHADDAP!
• Brain Cell 4: Mrrrrrow...
• Brain Cell 3: Hmmm... Processed oats...
• Brain Cell 2: I WANT ICE CREAM!! GIMME GIMME GIMMEEEEEEEEE

STOMP STOMP

9:30 AM

• Brain Cell 1: OK GUYS TAKE YER BREAKS PIDDLER'S PLAYING VIDEO GAMES
• Brain Cell 2: I'LL GET THE POPCORN
• Brain Cell 4: SQUAWK!!!
• Brain Cell 3: Hmm... Currently Piddler is editing what would seem to look like some sort of wiki... called Illogicopedia? Does Piddler need us at all, I wonder?
• Brain Cell 5: I still want pancakes.

STOMP STOMP

11:15 AM

• Brain Cell 3: I don't think the Cnidarian Overlord really needs a brain, now that I think about it.
• Brain Cell 2: STOP BEIN SO STOOPID YA LITTLE DORK!!
• Brain Cell 1: BRAINS ARE VITAL TO HUMANS, BE PROUD!!!
• Brain Cell 4: Pfffffft.
• Brain Cell 5: PREACH!

STOMP STOMP

12:00 PM

• Brain Cell 2: HEY LETS MAKE UP A SONG!!
• Brain Cell 3: How about a three-part sonata in F sharp?
• Brain Cell 1+2 simultaneously: DEATH METAL!!!!!! NAR NUH NAR NUH NAR!! NAR NUH NAR!!!!!! KABOOOOOOOOOM!!!! SKREEEEEEEEE!!!! BEEBLY DEEBLY BEEBLY DEEBLY DOOBLY DIBBLY DOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!
• Brain Cell 4: Blub.
• Brain Cell 5: Yay!!!!!

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1:00 PM (or 13:00, whatever)

• Brain Cell 3: This is some delicious nourishment.
• Brain Cell 2: YEAAAHHHH EGG SALUHHHD
• Brain Cell 1: YUUUUUUUSSSSSSS
• Brain Cell 5: I'm just happy I'm not a digestive cell.
• Brain Cell 1: YUCK DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT THAT'S GROSS!
• Brain Cell 3: This is some delicious nourishment.

STOMP STOMP

2:30 PM (Or maybe a muffin, depending on your nationality)

• Brain Cell 1: *sigh*
• Brain Cell 2: *sigh*
• Brain Cell 5: *sigh*
• Brain Cell 4: *farts loudly*
• Brain Cell 2: SOOOOOOOO BOOOORED
• Brain Cell 1: THIS IS THE ELEVENTH ARTICLE PIDDLER'S WRITTEN...
• Brain Cell 5: I WANT PANCAKES SOOOOO BAD...
• Brain Cell 4: I am the horrible partner of religion and the crazy spouse of education........
• Brain Cell 3: Eh?

STOOOMP STOOOMP

4:15 PM

• Brain Cell 1: OK PEEPSICLES ITS TIME TO START DAYDREAMING UNLESS YA WANT TO DIE OF BOREDOM AND MURDER THE ALMIGHTY PIDDLER
• Brain Cell 2: TACOS ON THE CHANDELIER! TACOS ON THE CHANDELIER!
• Brain Cell 4: If I have to deal with anymore alien invaders, I'm going to tell her to become a computer techician. 215, 530, and 2723.
• Brain Cell 3: Igor Stravinsky having a philosophical conversation wi-
• Brain Cell 1+2: DUBSTEP!!! badabadabadabadabadabadabadabadaBROOOWOWOWOWSKREEEEEEEEEEEEEBUHDUDUBUHDUDUBUHDUDUBUHDUDU
• Brain Cell 5: Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah.

STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOMP stomp

5:30 PM

• Brain Cell 2: This is the life...
• Mother Brain: ARE YOU SLACKING OFF ON THE JOB?!?!?!?!?!
• Brain Cell 2: No.
• Mother Brain: OK BYE
• Brain Cell 1: Hey! Piddler's watchin' a movie!
• Brain Cell 3: Ooh! I enjoy myself a good film. Especially documentaries.
• Brain Cell 2: It's called Inside Out... wonder what it's abou-OH SH** IT'S US HOW THE HELL

STOMPTOMPOMPMPP

7:00

• Brain Cell 2: That movie got it all wrong-HEY YASS DINNER!!!
• Brain Cell 1: MERSHED PERDERDERZZZZZZZZ!!!!!
• Brain Cell 4: Rrrrrribbit.
• Brain Cell 5: Mashed Potatoes? MASHED POTATOES? WHY NOT PANCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKES?!

sToMp StOmP

8:30

• Brain Cell 4: If I have to deal with anymore alien invaders, I'm going to tell her to become a computer techician.
• Brain Cell 5: PREACH!
• Brain Cell 4: A conniving, talkative scientist who is excitedly playing ping-pong against a sick, bloated coal miner in a dead end alley.
• Brain Cell 2: You tell 'em.
• PiddlerOfTrousers: Hi guys!
• Brain Cell 1: OMG IT'S YOU I CAN'T BELIEVE IT
• PiddlerOfTrousers: I just wanna say I couldn't wish for better voices in my head.
• Brain Cell 3: I humbly accept your gratitude.
• PiddlerOfTrousers: Actually Brain Cell 3, you suck.

SSSSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPP SSSSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPP

9:45

• Brain Cell 2: OK GUYS, I WANNA SLEEP EARLY.
• Brain Cell 1: NOOOOOOO PLZN'T NOTN'T :'(
• Brain Cell 4: Yaawwwn. A classy farmer who is carving a marble bust of a ragged philosopher at sunset.
• Brain Cell 5: Brain Cell 4, will you marry me?
• Brain Cell 1: Is that legal? I don't think that's legal.
• Brain Cell 3: It is written in law that marriage can only consist of two people in the United States of America.
• Brain Cell 4: At home during the Black Plague of 1347 on the roof of the White House in line at the DMV in a disgusting public bathroom.
• Brain Cell 5: Yes! That's exactly right!

PMOTS PMOTS

11:30

• Brain Cell 1: OK GUYS PIDDLER IS ASLEEP ROLL THE DREEMZ
• Everyone: OOooOOOOOOOOOooO00OO!!

The dreemz tape rolls and all the brain cells take out folding chairs and popcorn. Mother Brain and a giraffe-lion hybrid enter the brain. The tape shows PiddlerOfTrousers running from a gigantic potted plant. Piddler flies into the sky by a flapping of arms. Piddler stays in the air for about 10 minutes until the giraffe-lion flies under this noble ?pedian user. The giraffe lion screams "I'M ON TV!!!! O MAH GAWD!!!! WOOHOO!!!!" and then gallops out of the brain-room. The credits roll, and PiddlerOfTrousers wakes up for another amazing day.