I tried to ask them why brains, specifically, are so tasty, but I think they only know how to say one word: "Brains."
I have only a couple neurons left. I stuck them back into my head, but I need to face the reality: my head is now empty.
My heart is glad to have more control over the manuscript. My spleen thinks it has an input, too, since you know, back in the 18th century people would have attacks of spleen all the time. My spleen is a big Alexander Pope fan, but I still don't want its input since I'm not a fan of any kind of organ attack. (I actually thought the spleen was vestigial, but it turns out it's not.)
I'm glad my heart is happy, though I can't say I am. I did really like my brain. Sometimes it had some kind of okayish ideas.
Plus, I thought I was bad at math BEFORE this. Now, forget it.