With a Mouse: To your Mouth

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[Chapter 2: MULTIPLY ZONE B] 1. Upwards inside the brain. The muscles of the brain are the busiest in the whole body. They need. They want. They demand.

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2. Left side of the brain: very arty the little grey cells; nothing to report.

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3. Right side: a right mess. A right dump. This is the thought process; desperately seeking to express a point of view. I must paralyze the beggar. It should really be made illegal to think.

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4. Centre-stage; the nerve center directing the whole body. Lazy, dirty. Desperate. Addicted. Always ready for the wrong move.

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5. Rear-end. Trying too hard to be clever. The best place on this side of the world to lay down a few eggs.

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6. Exit the brain. Corridor South. Must paralyze that blood tube all the way to the nervous system. It stinks in here. It's like inside an animal rendering farm.

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7. Down. East End. Corrosion. Rotten pipes. Fat: lots of it. No need to infect. Already collapsing by itself. Self-destruction more like it.

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8. As I glide scantily on the corridor to the Southern hemisphere, I'm bumping into other germs. Not one of the species I have been acquainted with before.

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9. I try to make contact with one of the indigenes. Oh f***. This guy is hitting on me. Scram Cinderella! Fancy that! Mistaken me for a female!

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10. Guilty on the non-reproduction front. I've been lazy. There is no doubt about it. I need a female now.

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11. Slouching at throat level. I have just been to the toilets. This means this body will get a throat infection for a while. And I don't mean a little sore throat. We're talking full angina here. My excrements are in full order.

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12. I love my job. Deeper and deeper into the throat, entering some remote organs; whatever organ it is. It tastes absolutely delicious.

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13. Slouching and going to the toilets again. As nature intended, at liver level. This should paralyze this organ for a bit.

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14. I must stop eating and reproduce. At this rate I'll never be able to bequest my legacy to this new Nation of mine.