Brain: Alright..time to meet a new guy. Someone with which to have intelligent conversations.
Heart: No!! No!! I'm still recovering from Mr. Smarty Pants. There's an arrow shaped mensa card still stuck in my left ventricle.
Brain: Don't be ridculous Heart, I've forgotten about "he who cannot appreciate smart, good-looking, slightly neurotic women in their mid-thirties."
Heart: Look Brain, I'm a mess of scars. I can't go through it again.
Brain: Heart, you spineless mass of cardiac tissue..pump through it. We're living in the present now. Hands- take a Craig's List memo.
Hands: Yes, boss. Logging onto Craig's List.
Heart: Hands, stop! That's it, I'm restricting your blood flow if you won't obey.
Hands: hard....to..type..will.. I...ever...hold...paintbrush........again?
Brain: Heart, I'm overriding you, release blood to Hands.
Hands: Happily typing now. Can I ask for someone who likes to hold Hands?
Eyes: Could you ask Craig's list to make him good looking?
Heart: No!! No!! You always forgive the good looking ones!!!! This is my most desperate hour, I'm restricting blood flow to Brain.
Brain: (slight woozy) Remember the nice time we had with Mr. Smarty Pants in New York...when we walked through Central Park and went to the Met? The Van Goghs were especially nice that time.
Heart: Egad! It's backfiring!!! I'll try to counter it with some high blood pressure to Brain.
Brain: (Enraged) That darn Mr. Pants broke every darn promise he ever made to me. Why I oughtta..
Feet: (faintly) I'm going a little numb here Heart. It's gonna make it difficult to ride the bicycle to work tommorow.
Heart: (weary) must send a little blood to feet. The whiners. Good thing Feet are the furthest part from me.
Brain: I'm back on even keel. Okay everyone relax. It's time to all of you to go to bed. Sigh. If only I could all my parts to agree on something.
Eyes: Well if he's not gonna be good looking, could he at least have a nice smile?
Brain: Shhsh Eyes, close, and go to sleep.
Other ways to contact poster:
make loud noise to stop Heart, throw sand to blind Eyes, and trick Brain with smoke and mirrors