One neuron met another neuron in the dark of the subconscious,
said, “Hey, what did the farmer say to their fields?”
“What?” the other, obviously uninterested neuron politely said instead of continuing to ponder the continued function of rather vital unconsciously controlled muscle groups.
“I’m gonna sow my oats now!”
neurons are not very good at jokes.
Unfortunately, they also enjoy the jokes they tell.
The second, polite, neuron found itself unable to return to its task,
fits of laughing firing vague and erratic electric pulses to all the sleep-wheezing neurons around it,
and the other, unfortunate, fact about neurons is that they find laughter so infectious,
and soon the whole brain is slapping its knees as random signals fire off in such strange directions.
The heart no longer circulates the blood.
The lungs no longer oxygenate the blood.
The first neuron is feeling pretty satisfied with itself,
even as that void of brain-death sets in.
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