Hell yes, brains are distracting. Ever walk into a room full of normal people with one brain-in-a-jar floating around, talking about his views on global warming and his latest Hawkings/Glau slash fic? Damn distracting, indeed.
(TUNE: “Heart” from “Damn Yankees”, Richard Adler and Jerry Ross)
I wanna be smart!
Just a nibble makes me smart!
Though the Brain-O-Mat had broken a spring,
Lee got the thing
To start …
I wanna eat brains!
Just a little bit o’ brains!
Just enough to give my neurons a whirl!
Sweetheart, that girl,
Complains!
Still, our leader feels suspicion!
Though the zombies may be full,
We can’t jeopardize this mission
Now by being sensible!
Don’t be smart!
There’s no need to be so smart!
You’re distracted when you’re thinking, you see!
So why should we
Now start?
The zombie threat ends!
That’s quite a surprise!
They’re leaving, my friends!
I’ll go and supervise!
Sweetheart’s saying “No!”
Don’t be smart!
Don’t be smart!
Don’t be smart!
I get the distinct impression that Tip’s line in panel 4 was there, at least partly, to ward off us smartasses from making that same comment. Not that it doesn’t fit, just that I know at least six of us, including me, would have made that joke given the opportunity.
Zombies are leaving now
But leaving now can’t be all that bad
Can’t be all bad
Madness scents the air
To show her somewhere something smells like brain
She needs a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To make the zombie quilt in her so smart
To make it take
She’ll eat like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To pick Anasigma up again
To rend apart
To help them start
To see a whole new world of pain
Lad’s ‘cal is all he has
Cal’s Alice — hangs upon the glove of lad
The glove of lad
Some things gal does are rad
Leg sweeps are rad but cause a little pain
And she eats brains
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To make the zombie quilt in her so smart
To make it take
She’ll eat like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To pick Godot up again
To rend apart
To help him start
To see a whole new world of pain
Do not think at work again
No, no, it’s too distracting
One fired neuron and I don’t know you anymore
And there’s a restaurant we should check out
Where the other nightmare people like to go
To eat nice people – I can’t wait, I just can’t wait to take you there
Mad like all the other gals
Gal thinks machine is handsomer when mad
It isn’t bad
Turn off the Brain-o-Mat?
No switch but Lee sees no problem here
No problem here
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
To make the one she built for them so smart
To make it break
She’ll feed like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
To pick Anasigma up again
To rend apart
To help them start
To see a whole new world of pain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To the tune of the first couple of verses and chorus of Jonathan Coulton’s “Re: Your Brains”:
Sweetheart?
It’s me,
From the desk across the room.
Good to see you, Puppy, how ya been?
Things have been okay, except that I am hungry now.
I can smell fresh brains again.
I really wish you’d let me go,
To the brand new Brain-O-Mat.
It’s not like I would make a guy
Lose his place to wear a hat.
But here’s what you should know, I’m still gonna go, singing:
“All I want to do is eat some brains!”
It’s not unreasonable,
I mean, no one’s gonna slack on forms.
All I want to do is eat some brains.
And maybe one more time,
Join in with the zombie swarm.
If you give me permission,
I’ll go down the train and eat some brains!
I don’t want to beg, Sweetheart, but is this really your plan?
Let me only eat dog food?
Maybe that’s okay sometimes but I love corpus colossum,
And I think you’re being rude.
I’m not surprised to hear that you’re not letting me go join.
This is just like the time at that hospital in Des Moines.
But babe, that’s what it takes. I’m gonna get so smart-faced.
All I want to do is eat some brains!
I’ll sign in triplicate, I mean I’m not gonna eat no guys.
All I want to do is eat some brains.
We’re at an impasse here, maybe we can compromise.
I’ll not kill Dr. Lee
(For now) if you’ll just let me eat some brains!
Brains are distracting? Not looks? You surprise me, Sweetheart.
Hell yes, brains are distracting. Ever walk into a room full of normal people with one brain-in-a-jar floating around, talking about his views on global warming and his latest Hawkings/Glau slash fic? Damn distracting, indeed.
(TUNE: “Heart” from “Damn Yankees”, Richard Adler and Jerry Ross)
I wanna be smart!
Just a nibble makes me smart!
Though the Brain-O-Mat had broken a spring,
Lee got the thing
To start …
I wanna eat brains!
Just a little bit o’ brains!
Just enough to give my neurons a whirl!
Sweetheart, that girl,
Complains!
Still, our leader feels suspicion!
Though the zombies may be full,
We can’t jeopardize this mission
Now by being sensible!
Don’t be smart!
There’s no need to be so smart!
You’re distracted when you’re thinking, you see!
So why should we
Now start?
The zombie threat ends!
That’s quite a surprise!
They’re leaving, my friends!
I’ll go and supervise!
Sweetheart’s saying “No!”
Don’t be smart!
Don’t be smart!
Don’t be smart!
I get the distinct impression that Tip’s line in panel 4 was there, at least partly, to ward off us smartasses from making that same comment. Not that it doesn’t fit, just that I know at least six of us, including me, would have made that joke given the opportunity.
That’s why Tip was looking at you when he said it. He sees into your soul!
Make that at least 7.
8. Or I would have gone with “The basis of all beauracracy.” in answer to that straight line.
Uh-oh. Do remind me: Unity’s still slathered in the cerebellum cologne, yes? A certain adage regarding sharks and blood comes to mind.
Then again, if the zombies do eat her, what’s the worst that could happen? (Don’t answer that.)
(To ze tune of TMBG’s They’ll Need a Crane)
Zombies are leaving now
But leaving now can’t be all that bad
Can’t be all bad
Madness scents the air
To show her somewhere something smells like brain
She needs a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To make the zombie quilt in her so smart
To make it take
She’ll eat like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To pick Anasigma up again
To rend apart
To help them start
To see a whole new world of pain
Lad’s ‘cal is all he has
Cal’s Alice — hangs upon the glove of lad
The glove of lad
Some things gal does are rad
Leg sweeps are rad but cause a little pain
And she eats brains
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To make the zombie quilt in her so smart
To make it take
She’ll eat like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To pick Godot up again
To rend apart
To help him start
To see a whole new world of pain
Do not think at work again
No, no, it’s too distracting
One fired neuron and I don’t know you anymore
And there’s a restaurant we should check out
Where the other nightmare people like to go
To eat nice people – I can’t wait, I just can’t wait to take you there
Mad like all the other gals
Gal thinks machine is handsomer when mad
It isn’t bad
Turn off the Brain-o-Mat?
No switch but Lee sees no problem here
No problem here
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
To make the one she built for them so smart
To make it break
She’ll feed like steak
A mental ball vending machine
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
To pick Anasigma up again
To rend apart
To help them start
To see a whole new world of pain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll need a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
She’ll eat a brain
To the tune of the first couple of verses and chorus of Jonathan Coulton’s “Re: Your Brains”:
Sweetheart?
It’s me,
From the desk across the room.
Good to see you, Puppy, how ya been?
Things have been okay, except that I am hungry now.
I can smell fresh brains again.
I really wish you’d let me go,
To the brand new Brain-O-Mat.
It’s not like I would make a guy
Lose his place to wear a hat.
But here’s what you should know, I’m still gonna go, singing:
“All I want to do is eat some brains!”
It’s not unreasonable,
I mean, no one’s gonna slack on forms.
All I want to do is eat some brains.
And maybe one more time,
Join in with the zombie swarm.
If you give me permission,
I’ll go down the train and eat some brains!
I don’t want to beg, Sweetheart, but is this really your plan?
Let me only eat dog food?
Maybe that’s okay sometimes but I love corpus colossum,
And I think you’re being rude.
I’m not surprised to hear that you’re not letting me go join.
This is just like the time at that hospital in Des Moines.
But babe, that’s what it takes. I’m gonna get so smart-faced.
All I want to do is eat some brains!
I’ll sign in triplicate, I mean I’m not gonna eat no guys.
All I want to do is eat some brains.
We’re at an impasse here, maybe we can compromise.
I’ll not kill Dr. Lee
(For now) if you’ll just let me eat some brains!