That's supposed to be a much better looking Mi-Go brain cylinder on the left there. I changed my mind at the last minute and decided that the brain would be cooler if it was visible.
Three girls walk up later that night. "Ohmigod, is that a real brain?" asks the one on the left. The one on the middle elbows her. "Yeah, Christine, it's yours." I look up, concerned. "I'm truly sorry. You can come back to pick it up after the holiday."
