Sugary cereals? No way!!!
(during breakfast)
RJ: Braaaaains…. Braaaains… I … need … brains…
Dad: Have you checked your sister? She might have some to spare.
RJ: (turning to LR) Braaaains?
LR: Sorry RJ. I need all my brains.
RJ: Braaaains…
Dad: How about the dog? Actually, forget that. She doesn’t have any brains.
LR: (protesting) Yes she does!!!
RJ: Braaaains…
Mum: Here you go RJ. Porridge for us, and a big fresh bowl of brains for you.
RJ: Thank you mummie zombie.
Mum: You’re welcome little zombie.
