lunchtime

Stomach: Mongolian beef!
Brain: It's cold, it looks like it's still raining. We are not going several blocks to get Mongolian beef in this kind of weather.
Stomach: Mongolian beef! And miso soup!
Brain: You already had that once this week anyway. We're going to have a sandwich.
Stomach: No! Mongolian beef! The stomach demands Mongolian beef!
Eyeballs: Hey, it's not like we get a vote, but it's not raining any more.
Brain: SHUT! UP!
Stomach: Mongolian beef!
Brain: Fucking Christ, do you ever want anything else?
Stomach: .... yes, sushi.
Brain: We had that once this week, as well.
Stomach: But no mackerel. That was an insult. In reperations, I demand...
Brain: Wait, let me guess... could it be Mongolian beef?
Stomach: Yes! We have reached an accord! Mongolian beef for lunch!
Brain: No, wait... goddamnit, how the fuck do you manage to control the legs anyway?

*once outside*

Brain: See? It's still raining.
Eyeballs: More of a horizontal mist, I'd say.
Brain: SHUT! UP!
Stomach: Mongolian beef!
Brain: Oh, damnit, at least go to the place on the corner. It's owned by the same company, has the same menu, and it's not 10 blocks round trip through this drizzle.
Stomach: ..... you may have a point there.
Brain: Damn right. That's why we rely on me for the thinking, and you to chant "Mongolian beef!" every 10 seconds.
Stomach: Mongolian beef!
Brain: Oh shut the fuck up and start the legs up again.

(Alas, no miso soup, but shrimp wonton soup instead.)

Cast:

Adam Sandler as Stomach
Matt Damon as Brain
Gilbert Godfried as Eyeballs