Someone asked me the other day if I would rather have a head twice the size of a normal head or half the size of a normal head.
Those were my only options.
I didn’t like those options; but really, when you think about it, there is, truly, only one real choice.
You’d have to go with twice as big.
It’s the only way!
Think about it: a head half the size? That means half the brain. That means a lifetime of minimum wage, ill-fitting clothing from the last decade and bad haircuts. I can’t do that.
No. I need the brain. I’ll take the Super-Sized head, if I must choose.
With twice the brain power, there will probably still be ill-fitting clothing from the last decade; and I imagine I will want to keep a smooth, close-fitting hairstyle, if only to minimize the severity of the head-shock I’ll instill upon the casual observer, but I wouldn’t be working for minimum wage, that’s for sure.
And at least I wouldn’t be a pinhead.
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