MY BRAIN: Do you suppose when they’re happy they’re gliblets?

ME: I really, REALLY need to finish this shipment.

MY BRAIN: All right, I will entertain myself.

ME: Great. (Tries to work)

MY BRAIN: I have invented a new superhero. Behold GIBLET MAN.

ME: …

MY BRAIN: Here’s his backstory. He was one of the fighters in Mortal Kombat, and had his innards ripped out in a humiliating defeat. Rushed to the hospital, he was stuffed with radioactive offal from a genetically-modified turkey. Awakening, he finds he has become GIBLET MAN.

ME: Giblet Man.

MY BRAIN: He can fly, but not that well, he terrorizes his enemies with gravy lasers –

ME: (“Gravy lasers”?)

MY BRAIN: And he can put people to sleep with tryptophan beams from his eyes.

ME: Lucky them.

MY BRAIN: And his faithful sidekick, CHESTNUT STUFFING KID.

ME: Giblet Man struck me as more of a solo guy.

MY BRAIN: Someone’s gotta rescue the vegetarians.