One Last Thought

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Synapse: Okay, it's go time.

Dendrite: Alright, let's do this.

Axon Terminal: I'm sorry, what?

Dendrite: There's an impulse coming. Get ready.

Synapse: Don't do this again, Axon.

Axon Terminal: No, you know what, I've had enough of this.

Dendrite: It's your job, Axon. Get those transmitters ready.

Axon Terminal: It's just not worth it, anymore! I can't take this much stress!

Synapse: If you quit doing your job, I'll have to answer to the brain. Do you know what it's going to say?

Axon Terminal: No, but I'm sure--

Synapse: It's going to say, 'Since you don't ever use the nutrients I give you, I'm going to have to cut off your supply. Then whatever happens, happens.'

Dendrite: Ugh. Not this song and dance, again...

Synapse: That's what the brain is going to say. It'll only say it so many times, Axon.

Axon Terminal: Why is it that I have to do all the work around here?

Synapse/Dendrite: Oh, please.

Axon Terminal: And what thanks do I get? What respect have I earned? Less than I deserve, I'll tell you that much.

Synapse: Great, the impulse is gone.

Dendrite: Thanks a lot, Axon.

Axon Terminal: I'm not apologizing for doing what's right for myself. You guys don't even care about me.

Dendrite: You make it really hard to care about you, Axon.

Synapse: Let's stop arguing, okay? I don't what another incident like the breakup.

Dendrite: Ugh, yeah. I can't handle another episode like that.

Axon Terminal: Did it ever occur to you two that I might not be able to function because I still haven't recovered from the breakup?

Synapse: Axon, every other synapse I know has gotten over it. None of them have to deal with the drama Dendrite and I have to with you.

Dendrite: You're ruining everyone's life, is what Synapse is trying to say.

Synapse: Well, not in so many words...

Axon Terminal: Oh, yeah?

Dendrite: Yeah!

Axon Terminal: If I'm ruining so many lives, then how come we still get the nutrients, eh? I still make enough mitochondria and neurotransmitters, don't I?

Synapse: To be honest, no.

Axon Terminal: Of course I do!

Dendrite: Then why not do it when we get an impulse like you're supposed to, huh?

Axon Terminal: Because I don't have an impulsive personality! I need a heads up. Is that so wrong?

Synapse: Yes!

Dendrite: We're made for impulses, you dweeb. That's the purpose of our whole existence.

Axon Terminal: Well, maybe your existence.

Synapse: Our existence, dweeb!

Dendrite: Dweeb!

Axon Terminal: You know, I've had enough of you two. Day in and day out, I'm never good enough, am I? Am I?!

Dendrite: No!

Synapse: Why did we have to get stuck with such a dweeb?

Axon Terminal: Oh, real mature.

Synapse: Fine. You know what? Fine. Just sit there and do nothing. Go ahead.

Axon Terminal: Fine.

Dendrite: Dweeb.

Synapse:...

Dendrite:...

Axon Terminal:...you know I'm the only reason we get anything from the brain, right?

Dendrite: Oh my goodness.

Synapse: You're such an idiot.

Axon Terminal: It's totally true.

Synapse: We've heard this before, and your argument is stupid.

Axon Terminal: Oh, yeah? How so?

Dendrite: You think that you make everything, therefore, without you, the brain wouldn't need us. Right?

Axon Terminal: Okay, well?

Synapse: The same is true about you with us, you dweeb!

Dendrite: Dweeb!

Axon Terminal: Oh...oh....oh...

Synapse: Yeah, what?

Dendrite: What! Huh? What?

Axon Terminal: Let's go!

Dendrite: Please, like I'm supposed to be scared? You can't reach me, dweeb.

Axon Terminal: Stop calling me dweeb!

Synapse: Make us! Oh, wait, you don't act on impulse. I forgot.

Axon Terminal: Oh, I've been thinking about this for a while. Get ready to die, moron!

Hormone: Um, excuse me.

Synapse: What! Oh, I mean, yes? What is it?

Hormone: The brain asked me to hand this to you.

Dendrite: What is it?

Synapse: It's a notice saying...we're going to be pruned.

Dendrite: What?

Hormone: I'll be sure to send something to pick up your dead bodies. Bye!

Synapse: The note, it says, 'To whom it may concern, We'd like to thank you for your service, and regret to inform you that you have not qualified for further service. Sorry for the inconvenience, Brain.'

Axon Terminal: Well, why is it doing this?

Synapse: Because of you, dweeb!

Dendrite: Dweeb!

Axon Terminal: Let's go!

Then they all died.


The End

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