Oh wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I do one measly little brain transplant and your whole world falls apart, come on, be a man...errr shicken...oh you know what I mean.
This is an oportunity of a lifetime, how often does a man get to have feathers and flap his wings and.....well don't try to fly far, I forgot rubber shickens don't have feathers and can't fly. Hey, it's almost like being a penguin right?
Besides, you don't hear poor Shicken whinning about his brain being inside Jan's head now do ya?
Oh the price I pay around here to try and do some good....