--Mile 4.27 of a 30 mile bike ride--
Heart: Jesus H. Christ. I can't take this anymore! I'm working like a pooch here, Brain, do something!
Brain: Hey, did you see that guy on the tractor?
Heart: Brain!
Brain: Sorry. What's up?
Heart: It's the legs again. I'm pumping and pumping blood and they STILL won't get moving. Again.
Lungs: And for the love of God PLEASE make her stop singing.
Brain: Hold up. Voice!
Voice: "I wanna heal, I wanna feel..." What? You talking to me?
Ears: Yo, we're rockin' the head phones, dude, that sound ain't bothering us.
Lungs: It's the breath, you idiots, we need the air.
Ears: What an ass.
Butt: Don't drag me into this! I'm minding my own business here. Sitting on my seat!
Brain: Be cool, everybody. Voice, be silent for a minute.
Voice: Whatever, man, you're the project manager.
Heart: Brain, if you don't do something quick I'm going to have a total fit. Real palpitations this time. I have to work ALL the time. Everyone gets to slack except me!
Brain: Settle down, I hear you. Legs! Wake up!
Legs: [stretching] Hey there! 'Morning everyone, what's up? We going dancing? There's music playing.
Brain: No, Legs, we're on a bike ride, remember? It's the long one. We talked about this.
Legs: Bike ride...right! That is so dope. She eat breakfast?
Stomach: Yup! Cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted, with peanut butter and cinnamon sugar. I'm almost done with it.
Mouth: It was delicious.
Legs: Sweet. One or two?
Stomach: Just one. And some water.
Mouth: I'm thirsty again. Can I have a drink?
Brain: In a minute.
Legs: That's not going to hold us. Can we burn some of that junk in the trunk?
Butt: Hey!
Legs: Just kidding, little buddy, you look terrific. We love you. All muscle, baby!
Butt: I'm very sensitive! You know this.
Legs: C'mon, dude, it's all good.
Brain: I've got it covered. Metabolism will supply fuel by mile 20. But legs, you need to kick it into high gear. Heart and lungs are tired.
Arms: We're not tired!
Back: Me neither.
Heart: What a bunch of brown nosers.
Colon: I take offense to that.
Nose: Me too.
Brain: That's enough. O.k., everybody, let's work together now. Good. I checked the pleasure center and she feels like a million. O.k. heart?
Heart: Yeah, I'm good.
Brain: Excellent. Voice?
Voice: I'm here.
Brain: Rock on.
Voice: Awesome. "I'm WAN-ted...dead or AH-live..."
Brain: Good work, people, let's ride bikes!
