I'm one of the hands. I help feed the body. I can be useful for dirty jobs like picking your nose, scratching your butt, etc. I can be a pat on the back or part of a hug or a smack in the head. And I can give the old one finger salute.
Not sure why, but this reminded me of a joke:
One day, the body began arguing amongst itself, over who should be the boss. The brain, the hands, the feet, and the asshole.
The brain said it should be boss, because it came up with all the ideas and made decisions.
The hands said they should be boss, because they did all the work.
The feet said they should be boss, because they moved the body here and there.
The asshole simply stated that it should be boss and gave no reason.
Hearing this, the brain/hands/feet began laughing. "Why should you be boss asshole? You do nothing!"
The asshole responded "Oh yeah?" and ceased doing it's job.
Within time, the body became sick from not excreteing food and the brain began to get sluggish, the hands began to tremble and the feet would start giving out. Eventually the brain/hands/feet surrendered and gave the asshole the title of Boss.
The moral of the story is "You don't have to be smart, fast or work hard to be the Boss. Just be an asshole".[/QUOTE]
God damn it. Charlie is the boss.
HA! Joking!