Brains in Your Head, Feet on the Ground

“Sometimes I wish we had more...”

“Brains?” muttered my companion.

“Exactly.” I said. “It seems like we’re mere beasts bent on consumption. There’s gotta be something better than pillaging the world for our own benefit. I mean, how did we become these monsters who take, take, take without regard for anyone and anything? Why don’t we give as much as we get?”

“--Braaains--” muttered the figure beside me.

“Maybe you’re right. I should probably just quit thinking about it and enjoy what I’ve got.”

Reaching into the squishy cavity before me, I scooped out the prefrontal cortex and began drooling.

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