Well, Stewart, it is awfully nice of you to mention that, but people who have bunnies don't need brainz. They have bunnies to direct their erring paths. Of course, holiday company should have checked their brainz at the door instead of carrying them around in their pockets. . .poor things. . . .probably don't have any bunns of their own at home. Kinda sad...
Too big. Maybe from a passing bird .
Anybun knows that that object is far too large to be a hoomin brane. Schoolbunnies are taught in hoominatomy 101 that the cavernous hoomin skull is filled mostly with sawdust and those expanded polystyrene chips that are used for packing things in. Cocooned in the very centre of all that is the pea-sized structure that passes for a brane. The sawdust and polystyrene chips are just there to prevent it from rattling around too much, and of course, to prevent it from falling out of those ridiculous things that hoomins have stuck to the sides of their heads that are supposed to be ears.The puny hoomin intellect fits easily into the pea-sized brane; indeed there is ample room for expansion in it, in case hoomins do ever evolve beyond the lumbering stoopid furless ogres that they currently are!
Lovely to see you again, my friends! And I thought it was quite generous of Stewart to suggest that a hoomin brain could be that big and complex. Unless I mistook the generosity for sarcasm...oh, yeah, that was it.
Fleetie, you are indeed a Renaissance man--computers, Chinese, history, and now hoominatomy. Better schools over there.
Kelly, I am never any good with sarcasm either. I am all confused now. They really do have better schools over there, but that is never going to completely explain Fleetie. Thank you all for being so funny, but I really think Fleetie has "gone bunny" on us. He is a dangerous man.
Oh dear here we go again,Hahaha
Auntie Jane: Yes, I admit it! I have crossed to The Bun Side!Come to The Bun Side! It is your dessstiny!
"Fleetie....ahem, Luke....Obi Bun...er, Wan...never told you what happened to your father...."Better schools? Maybe. Natural creative brilliance? Obviously. Son of Darth Rabbit? You decide...mwaahawhaaaaa.....