Damn Huge Hippo

ME: (Tries to work)

MY BRAIN: Did you know the Hungry Hippos have names?

ME: ?

MY BRAIN: Lizzie, Henry, Homer, and Harry.

ME: That’s nice.

MY BRAIN: The Hippos. Lizzie T. Hippo.

ME: Mmmm-hmmm.

MY BRAIN: Does the name “Henry” seem kind of pedestrian for a hippo?

ME: I never thought about it.

MY BRAIN: Just imagine, you’re a hungry hippo who somehow manages to evolve neurologically into a sentient being. You are a rare phenomenon in the world. And some knucklehead names you Henry.

ME: What about people named Henry?

MY BRAIN: I am not arguing against Henry as a people name. I am arguing against Henry as a sentient hippo name.

ME: Okay.

MY BRAIN: And Homer? What kind of jokes do you think that poor palooka has to deal with, people saying “Oh, Homer, like Homer Simpson?”

ME: I know. It’s terrible.

MY BRAIN: And he goes, “No, and by the way did you notice I’M A DAMN HUGE HIPPO” and he bites their head off and EATS it.

ME: Um…

MY BRAIN: Because despite his intellectual capacity he respects his essential hungry-ness.

ME: …

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