Incumbent

"The final count is in!" cried the lungs. "Our leader for the next election cycle of the body is... the Brain!"

"Four more years! Four more years!" chanted the kidneys, as Brain and his vice-president, Duodenum, took the platform for a speech.

"It's not really fair. He's got like five or six different personalities in there, at least," the bowels grumbled. "And you do not want to meet Lizard Brain."

"Next time," said Stomach darkly. "They can't keep me out forever. I used to own this body." Teeth gnashed encouragingly beside him, although chances were they'd never see his reign.

Their Stock is Down, but They Simply Refuse to Lay Down and Die

Edwards gestured at the screen with his laser pointer. “Rrruhhn,” he said.

“Mmrrrhhhnnrrr,” the room murmured in agreement, heads nodding. Jacobson’s lower jaw fell off, but he didn’t notice.

“Sir, that plan will end up in the red, too. It’s just shifting the day of reckoning a few years,” Thomason said, with the air of a man who knows he is tilting at a windmill.

“Nuurrhhhrrnn,” said Edwards.

Thomason shook his head as everyone shuffled out of the meeting room. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one with a functioning brain,” he said.

“Mmmrrraaains?” said Jacobson, perking up slightly.