What its like in my head 2: Boys are Disgusting
Hands: (holding broom) Where did all this crap come from? Boys are so disgusting. I mean....the DVDs....the electrical cables....
Brain: Hands, lovelies, its better not to think about it and just go.
Nose: ai! Que es el olor?
Brain: It seems I've found the answer to the question, "Where did all of John's socks go?"
Nose: otra vez, por que lavas su ropa?
Brain: Because it is more efficient to do one load of whites instead of two half loads of white.
Nose: Si, pero el puede lavar tus ropa con su ropa.
Brain: Yes, it does appear to be his turn, especially after today. Eww, is that...
Eyes: Vedo più calzini.
Nose: Mas calcetines sucios con mas de sus DVDs.
Brain: Man, the shit I do in order to decorate for Christmas.
Eyes: ti Auita la volta prossima.
Brain: Yes, you're right. He should help next time. He should have helped this time, but you know what cleaning with other people is like. You get to talking and then one of you thinks of something funny you found on the internet and then the next thing you know you're at Old Chicago waiting for a stuffed crust pizza while feasting on some Italian Nachos and drinking tankards of whatever beers on special.
Nose: mmm, Old Chicago con pizza y nachos....
Eyes: mmm Birra.
Skull: Dw i'n hoffi cwrw!
Nose: ::glares at skull::. Sabes que es buena tambien? La Cocina Mexicana.
Eyes: mm, La Cucina Mexicana!
Skull: Dw i'n hoffi tacos hefyd.
Brain: Wait, what, how did we get onto Mexican food?
Nose: Podemos cocinar, no?
Brain: Ya, I was thinking that. But, what to cook, you know?
Eyes: ti Abbiamo bisogno di ortrografare?
Skull: Rhaid i ni fy sillafu i.
Nose: Cociniamos tacos!
Brain: Nah, I don't want to make tacos. They're too much work. Something easier...
Hands: Taco casserole.
Brain: Genius. Y'all are so my hero!
