Clever Brain was feeling pretty pleased with herself. Actually, that would be an understatement. Clever Brain was feeling smug as hell, rather like a large bear which has just tricked the local bees into going to Bethlehem for a census, leaving all the honey trees unattended for the foreseeable future. And has persuaded his favourite lady bear to come visit, bringing only her bathrobe and a set of kinky Japanese silk ropes, while his parents have gone on the annual bear pilgrimage to the Hundred Acre Wood and he has the whole den to himself. In fact, that only dimly expresses the exact level of smugness which Clever Brain was enjoying.
“Fellow-brains, I think we may permit ourselves a small celebration”, she announced from her throne-like beanbag in the corner of the room. “We have fought against the ultimate foe, and have overcome! Never again shall we be called upon to perform such feats of daring and courage, for never again shall we face such a predicament, such a crisis, such a... a...”
“PhD viva?” suggested Adult.
“Quite.” Clever agreed, triumphantly. “We stared the Great God Viva in the eye; we stared him down and he fell back into the dust!”
Adult whispered surreptitiously to Emo, “Did we remember to collect Clever’s valium?” Emo’s face displayed a clear “No”.
“No more shall we sweat under the yoke of footnote revision. No more shall we suffer the indignities of misspelling “Satan” as “Santa”. No more shall we... Yeekgh!!” She gave a small yelp, and slumped forwards.
“What the...?” Adult Brain looked around, surprised, only to see Tech Brain standing behind Clever, a defiant look on his face and a tazer in his hand.
“Ahem. Sorry ‘bout that. For the good of the whole community, you know”, he muttered, and slunk back off to his station, dealing with the huge flood of congratulatory emails that the Human was unaccountably called upon to answer.
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