ME: (Tries to work)
MY BRAIN: Isn’t giblet a weird word? Giblet giblet giblet giblet giblet.
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.
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.