(The Story of) My Brain

Five years ago, a dozen aliens, from another planet, stole my brain.

I asked them, "Are you going to study it, in order to better your understanding of intelligent life forms?"

They just laughed and cooked it up in a stir-fry. They used a recipe they'd learned from "Wok with Yan." A delicious peanut-sauce with chilies.

Initially I was upset (not the least because of the sneaky, underhanded way that got me to sign the waiver form), but after they invited me to join them for dinner, and we talked and laughed together, I forgave them--and even came to love them.