The Grey Matter

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Oh my God.

That is quite a nasty gash you've got here.

You're lucky your brains didn't fall out

onto the concrete.

It's okay.

Ah.

We'll patch you up and have you back on

your feet in a heartbeat.

Okay.

Whew.

Thank you.

My God.

Oh my God.

I appreciate it...

I was...

Oh wait?

This didn't really happen did it?

No.

No, it did not.

Um, excuse me.

Am I reading this correctly?

If I refuse the health coverage I will receive

and extra $1500 a year in payment?

That is correct, but I don't recommend refusing

coverage.

It only ends up being an extra $28 a paycheck.

Pssst.

Hey working stiff?

Keep dreaming, nerd.

Nooo.

I'm just... taking in the scenery.

You know?

She will eat you alive!

You can't handle a chick like that!

You've got to say within your league.

My League?

Yeah, you know... frumpy, pleasantly plump,

three time divorcees.

Do not go wasting your brain cells thinking

about Emily Eaton.

Cause if I'm not taking a bite out of that

sweet pie, you most certainly are not.

What?

Hey, are you using the copier?

Oh my God!

Are you okay?

Well, did you cut yourself?

Here let me see...

No. No. No. It's a nick!

Really. It's nothing.

Don't worry about. Don't worry about it.

Don't worry...

I don't bite.

Ahhh, You see... no big deal.

Just a... scare.

Thank God.

I thought we were emergency room bound for

sure.

I'm Emily.

Simon.

Have we met before?

No.

Umm...

Maybe... ahh... one or two times in passing...

maybe.

Simon

Oh. Yeah. No, I know.

You do look familiar.

Yeeeeaaaah...

T.G.I.F. right?

Ah? What?

You know, you're not like all the other

stiffs at this place.

Ah.

Well.

Yeah.

I'm afraid if you were to look up "office

stiff" in the dictionary... you'd be looking

at a nice picture of "moi".

You're funny.

Well.

It was nice meeting you...

again, Simon.

I promise you I'll remember you the next

time I see you.

When will that be?

You tell me.

Okay.

Emily.

Really?

A text?

So cold and lifeless.

Who's there?

Hello?

You won't find me there.

I'm in your head, man.

Okay.

Stress related.

Okay...

Emily...

Wrong hole.

Ah.

I'm losing my mind.

You've lost it, alright.

STOP IT!

Now I just want to talk to you.

STOP IT!

Give you some pointers.

You know, with the girl and everything.

Now, what you've got to do is ask yourself...

How would I have gotten in your head?

Bingo.

This is crazy.

What were you expecting a grasshopper with

a top hat?

The police are just now putting a face to

the cannibalistic attack where eyewitnesses

say a man was seen gnawing on someone else's

head at a local bar.

A witness who saw it all described it as a

gory scene, like something straight out of

a zombie movie.

Whoo hoo!

We killed it last night!

Woah!

I feel like death today though.

You look even worse than I feel.

Mitch what are you doing here?

You were dead tired so I let you crash here.

Plus, you were in no condition to go anywhere

last... night.

I must have blacked out.

Is this blood?

Is this blood?!

Am I bleeding?!

Yeah.

You were out of your skull, man.

You were trying to bite my hat.

Arrgggh!!

You were a WILD BEAST!

It was awesome.

Oh my God.

I don't know how?

But somehow... you...

managed to get Emily to agree to go on a date...

with you.

What?

Brother, check your phone.

Give me that!

Look at it.

Holy sh*t!

We're going out tonight!

You better get a taste of that sweet little

thing.

No.

You've got to ah...

You've got to get out of here.

I've got a million things to do.

But...

I'm... ah...

I'll call you.

But this is my place.

Sorry.

Tonight is the night!

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