Brain: What do you mean, you agreed to a 10K Trail Run?
Mouth: You’ve been thinking about it, too.
Brain: Sure, the way I think about chucking it all and running away to New Zealand to raise goats. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?
Mouth: You could have stopped me, Smart Guy.
Brain: Oh, so this is MY fault?
Legs: Wait, wait, what’s happened?
Brain: Apparently, we’re training for a 10K run.
Legs: No thank you.
Lungs: Why would we do that?
Mouth: Quit your bitching. We’ve agreed. And it’s final.
Brain: Maybe one of our knees could give.
Legs: Shut up, you.
Brain (to mouth): Why did you tell her yes? Why did you even engage in the conversation? You know she’s got us all figured out.
Mouth: I couldn’t help it. None of us can help it. You know that better than I do. Anyway, we’ve agreed. And it’ll be good for us. We’ve been saying for ages that we wanted to be fit and lean again.
Brain: We meant yoga.
Legs (among themselves): We never get any say in this.
Stomach: I know what you’re all thinking and you can just lay off. It’s not my fault. This is where everything ends up, but I didn’t start any of this. I am not responsible for the state we’re in.
Brain: We all know who’s responsible for this.
Mouth: Fuck off.
Brain: Just sayin’.
Mouth: You do your job and I’ll do mine.
Stomach: Oh, just drop it, can’t you? First carrots and yogurt for lunch, and now this.