Brain Part 1: Damn. Looks like I should just stay home instead. How disappointing.
Brain Part 2: WHAT?! NO! No WAY! You promised! We've been looking forward to this for weeks!
BP1: I know, I know, but then all this junk fell on us, and we really should be responsible. We can go Sunday, at least.
BP2: SCREW that! We never do anything for ourselves and I'm sick of it! Who cares if we're zombified tomorrow? All these meetings are just planning and design, which means you're not even involved in the projects yet. Frell 'em! I wanna go OUT! It's been MONTHS!
BP1: True enough, but we should make a good showing anyway. Job responsibility is an importan--
BP2: HERRRRRR NAAAAAME IS RIIIIOOOOO AND SHEEEEE DAAAANCES ON THE SAAAAANNNNNNNNNNND!
BP1: What? Agh! Stop that!
BP2: I'm not shutting up until you agree to go out tonight! JUST LIKE THAT RIVERRRRRRR TWISTIN' THROUUUUUUUUUGH A DUSTY LAAAAAAAAANNNND...
BP1: You're idiotic, and I'm not discussing this with you any more.
*an hour and a half later*
BP2: ...YOU MAKE MEEEE FEEEL ALIVE, ALIVE, ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE--
BP1: ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT WE'LL GO JESUS CHRIST SHUT UP!
BP2: Heh. *settles down*