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In the whole pantheon of evolutionary terrors,
nothing instils fear like a giant brain in a jar. Why? I
don't know. It seems to me that as menaces go, a brain in a jar
is about as lame as you can get. I mean, it's a brain... in a
jar. It seems to me that puts it on the same level as pickled
pork hocks when it comes to threats. "See me as I sit in my
brine! Tremble as I just, uh, sit here and, uh, well, I can...
Hello? Can anyone hear me? No, of course not. Silly
question. I'm a brain in a frickin' jar! I haven't got a
larynx or even eyebrows to waggle in code. Right, go on with
your lives. I'll just hang out with the mayonnaise. Don't
mind me: Mr. Gherkin." |
