My organs talk to each other
The Scene: inside my skin, Monday afternoon.
Colon: Aaaaugh.
Stomach: What? What?
Colon: I don't feel so good.
Stomach: Well, I'm fine. I've been a little acidy, but nothing strange has come through here!
Colon: What about Saturday night? And Thursday?
Brain: Shut up! Noisy kids.
Colon: Seriously, that was some weird stuff.
Tongue: It was fine! It tasted great!
Stomach: Besides, that was two days ago. Talk to Intestine. She was supposed to get it to you yesterday.
Intestine: Don't drag me into this! I did my job.
Colon: Yeah, leave her alone. It's all Tongue's fault.
Tongue: How dare you! Everything I ate tasted amazing.
Colon: I don't care how it tasted! There was sea urchin!
Tongue: Millions of people eat that.
Colon: By choice?
Brain: Oh, she's just being a prima donna. She's not happy with anything.
Colon: Not true!
Brain: No? I make sure to put plenty of fiber through, just for you, but nooooooo, that's not good enough.
Colon: Of course it is. But on Saturday, you sent down--
Brain: It doesn't matter what I put down. You react completely unpredictably. Giant steak? Sometimes you're fine, sometimes you go on strike. I have no idea what you want! You're like a bipolar girlfriend!
Colon: ::cries:: Everyone picks on me! I'm just trying to do my job!
All: DO IT BETTER!!