“Where the Hell is everybody!” screamed Primal Center.

“Please be quiet,” said Senses.  “I’m trying to collect data.”

“I think we need to take stock of what’s left and to make a plan,” said Intellect.  “Do either of you know what happened?”

“I heard gunshots, felt heat and pain as the bullets hit the chest, heard ribs breaking, the warmth of blood spurting out, the crash of the table overturning, the thud of the floor.  It was awful,” said S.

“We’ve been murdered, dammit.  Let’s go kill that bastard!” screamed PC.

“I agree, but how?” said I.  “What can we do, locked in the skull like we are?”

“I feel a burning pain in the occipital bone.  Maybe there’s a way out there,” said S. 

“Into the breach.  Follow me!”

“Are you communicating with the legs?” said S.  “Just checking.  I feel we’re almost alone here.”

“I’ve been trying to get some idea of what happened.   I think we were ambushed,” said I.

“Where’s my gun?  Ammo.  More ammo!”

“Blood pressure’s getting low.  Are either of you getting oxygen?” said S.

“CPR!  Gimme CPR!  I’m losing my erection!”

“He makes an incredible amount of noise.  How do you cope with him?” asked Senses.

“It’s always been difficult,” said Intellect.  “We fight all the time.”

“Sex!  I want sex!”

“Perhaps there’s some life left in the muscles,” said I.  “But, how do I get them to move?”

“I don’t know.  I can’t feel the legs any more,” said S.

“I have an idea.  Maybe the arms can pull us somewhere,” said I.

“It’s dark, too.”

“I’m hungry.  I want a drink.  I wanna drink that bastard’s blood!” said Primal Center.

“Here’s a plan.  Let’s tap into all that primal energy.  Reroute it to the adrenal glands,” said I.  “Something is bound to move.”

“That’s it, that’s it.  Go get ‘em.  Get that son of a bitch!”

“Sorry, the arms are just slapping against the floor,” said S.

“Well, it was a good plan.”

“I’m gonna get all my buddies and crush that bastard.  I wanna dig my fingers into his throat and rip it out.”

“Can we get anything to move?” asked I.  “Why won’t anything move?”

“Uh oh, there goes the bladder,” said S. “Number Two is next.”

“Revenge is mine!”

“God, I’m feeling so cold.  The floor is cold too,” said Senses.

“Is there a God?” asked Intellect.  “If there is, don’t you think He’d be here by now?”

“I feel He doesn’t work at the cellular level.”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard’s entire family!”

“Wait.  I can hear screams in the distance.”

“Dammit.  My sperm are dying!”

“Blood pressure’s definitely about gone.  Oh my.  No more pulse.”

“I hope the kids get into college.  I put money away so she can’t get at it.”

“Strange.  I can’t hear anything now.  Do you think the bastard has gone away?”

“I…don’t know what to think.  Things are….”

“Are what?”

“I….”

“Speak up, dammit!”

“You know, I can’t feel the floor any more.  The cold has gone too.”

“I’m gonna get my gun and shoot that bastard square in the nuts.  Then I’m gonna take out his eyes, one by one.”

“Everything’s so soft now….”

“Ok everybody, let’s get going.  It’s time for the Marines to storm the beach!  Let’s get that bastard and eat his gizzard!”

“Ready?”

“Huh?”

“Where the Hell is everybody?”