Bathroom Monologue: Mental Pun

“You can’t even pick what’s for dinner?” Cheryl shrieked. “Steak or chicken? Pick!”

She pointed to the steak and chicken, both frozen, both thawing on the counter.

He shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s it!”

She shoved both plates aside and pulled jars from under the counter. From them she drew fistfuls of synapses and neurons, throwing them in his face. He tried to catch some in his hands, but raising his hands only Cheryl angrier. She jumped an entire jar of dendrites over his head.

Breathing raggedly, she yelled, “Make up your mind!”

Cheryl stormed out. He looked down at the armload of brain bits in his arms and thought she was being unusually abstract today.