You’re pushing against my pancreas. Intentionally invading my insulin. My kidneys are kinda’ jealous; threatening to boycott against my body. My Large Intestine is already strangling would be picket signs that read Clean your own damn’ self. The gallbladder is grimy by nature. He’s getting wise. But he’s full of conspiracy theories so no one will believe him. Worst case scenario: we blame it on the spleen. The spleen. Always, the spleen.