Somewhere on the East Coast, David Cook and Neal Tiemann are in a car, on the way to another acoustic radio gig, after finishing an acoustic radio gig. Tiemann is driving. Cook is organizing his growing collection of radio station bumper stickers.
Tiemann: What do you want for lunch?
Cook: Brains.
Tiemann: You refused to eat brains at that restaurant in New York City.
Cook: I want brains.
Tiemann: If you can hold out another hour, there's supposed to be great hot wings at this pub--
Cook: Brains.
Tiemann: Brains are stewed in cream sauce. Marco will shit high-fiber bricks if you eat cream sauce.
Cook: Brains.

Tiemann: What is with you and the brains today? [looks at Cook closely] Oh. Shit.
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Tiemann: What do you want for lunch?
Cook: Brains.
Tiemann: You refused to eat brains at that restaurant in New York City.
Cook: I want brains.
Tiemann: If you can hold out another hour, there's supposed to be great hot wings at this pub--
Cook: Brains.
Tiemann: Brains are stewed in cream sauce. Marco will shit high-fiber bricks if you eat cream sauce.
Cook: Brains.

Tiemann: What is with you and the brains today? [looks at Cook closely] Oh. Shit.
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