So I thought I'd say something about the meaning of life, the history of the universe and the global epidemic of existential angst.- Ssh. Time for some silence.
- What do you mean?
- Silence is very therapeutic. It cleanses your inner being.
- That's as may be. Who're you anyway? Who said you could take over my brain?
- Oh, I've been running your brain for a long time. You were making such a mess of it, I was asked to step in.
- That's outrageous. You can't just jump into my brain. Bugger off right now.
- I'm only doing my job. You'll thank me for it later.
- You'd better be gone in five minutes. Now as I was saying, the meaning of life in a nutshell, stripped down to its basic essence, is this....
- There're huge parts of your brain you're not even using. Did you know that?
- Don't be ridiculous. My brain is as busy as a beehive. The level of activity is breathtaking.
- There's a bit here that's completely dormant. The bit that contains the literary masterpiece of the 21st century.
- Good grief. How do I activate it?
- It needs a special password. Do you know it?
- No. Fuckity fuck fuck. Buggery bollocks. So I'll never write it. It's lost in a neurological black hole. I could have been another Dostoevsky.
- Too bad. At least you enjoy pink frocks and six-inch stilettos. Goodness, is that the time? Must rush, I've got another ninety brains to fix before lunch.
- As I was saying, the meaning of life....
