I Can Kill You With My Brain
I can kill you with my brain. This is so. Members of the Committee on Mortality could attest to it, though very likely they will not. They are cowards and I spit on them. I could kill them with my brain, but to do so would be without honor. The committee members know I value honor above all, so they feel free to dismiss my powers. Fools, jealous fools.
I have killed this fly with my brain. It may seem a small thing, to kill a fly, because a fly itself is a small thing—but this is not so. In this, size does not matter. A fly, a horse, the fretful porpentine, members of the Committee…pffft, all of these could I kill with my brain if I so wished. But I do not so wish.
Except for the fly. The fly, I killed with my brain. He deserved to die. It is true. You may trust me on this. Members of the Committee on Probity and Ethics could attest to my honesty and moral rectitude, if they were not in league with the Committee on Mortality. With my brain, I could kill them all, as easily as I killed the fly. But I do not. For now.
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