Farewell to your prefrontal cortex.

"Looks like lobotomy is on the menu tonight!" shouted Jack as the words "PREFRONTAL CORTEX" flashed across the screen in big bright letters.

Jessica panicked. "No, wait

lips

her lips are wet.

The lights are bright in her face and she squints. Her lip is wet and it tastes like pennies. She puts a hand to her lip and is startled to see blood.

Blood. That's bad. She bleeding from her nose, which means-

"You!" she cried at the host. "You did this to me!"

It was a realization, not an accusation. He did something to her brain, and that's why she felt so weird.

The girl, Chrissi, was saying something. "...anything he wants to her. I mean look at her, she's- oh shit, she's listening."

What? "Who's going to do what he wants to me?" She tried to remember what she was going to say. "What did you do? Did you give me a lobotomy?"

Her mind was recovering slowly from the trauma and the fog was lifting slightly.

"Did you... oh shit, you did! For this show! That's fucking crazy!" She grunted with exasperation, then she had a thought.

"Wait, this is what a lobotomy feels like? I feel really off, but I'm not like a vegetable." Another pause. "Am I thinking more slowly now?" She stared at the host, trying to concentrate. She was thinking more slowly because he lobotomized her. She was in danger because of the show, but she could count on Chr-

A bullhorn made her jump and scattered her thoughts to the wind. She noticed for the first time that Jack was smiling. "Looks like we figured out how get to your attention."

"Attention?" What was he talking about? She was trying to remember something.

"Yes, attention, dummy. Feeling any slower upstairs?" He tapped her forehead, which she realized meant her mind.

"Yeah, it's... hard to think right. I know I have my will back but now I feel like my head's wrapped in a wet towel. Everything's harder and takes longer." She frowned and thought. Why was she so cold? "Oh shit, my tits are out!" She picked up her shirt from the floor and put it on. Chrissi giggled a little and it made her laugh too. This whole situation was kind of funny.

"Alright, Jessie. What briefcase do you want to open next?"

Was he talking slower to her? Just because her brain wasn't as good as it used to be, didn't mean he-

"Make a choice, Jessie! We don't have all day!" His tone scared her so she decided to choose quickly.

"Uh, briefcase! I want the briefcase!"

Jack rolled his eyes and Chrissi came over to her. "We know you want the briefcase, babe. Now which one?"

God, Chrissi was so sweet. She even smelled good. But Jessie had to focus on the task at hand. She had to give them a number.

"...one?"