Particularly late at night, Dankland's brain liked to twist away from the inside of his skull and run furious circles through the city, which was also called Dankland. His cat Reggie had the same trick--furtively crouching at the foot of the door to jolt out between his legs the moment he opened it, meowing victoriously as its small black body scurried away, suddenly evaporating into the nearest bank of shadows. Off he went--out to prowl and sniff the wind, to torture and feast on the bodies of cowering lizards, and to irresponsibly fuck all the other cats in town, and fill their bellies with kittens.
It's funny to think of a brain with its own brain, but Dankland's brain definitely had its own brain. Perhaps even his brain's brain had its own brain, but who can say. In any case, Dankland had always been the type of person with unusual ideas.
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