Oh! Oh, I see. The ball is back in my court.

That brain isn't for thinking. That one is still in my head.

This one is for eating.

[Actually it will be for his cookies once he gets it back.]

I'm hungry, I'm a being that needs it, and the train provided. So I'm not sure what skull they pulled it out of or how they did it, but whoever it was led a very boring life. Probably did them a favor.