[ WP ] There is a whole universe of living beings living inside every human body . One day , the inhabitants in your body decided to make contact with you to protest your new bad habit .

**3:32PM** 
 
 *Beep. Beep. *'That'll be twelve dollars and 30 cents please.' 
 
 *My God this headache, did I drink so much last night? * As he continued he noticed the girl next in line. 
 
 *She looks quite alright. C'mon, do it. * Between the bananas and cereal Michael looked up and smiled. 
 
 She noticed, and forced one back impatiently waiting for Michael to finish. 
 
 *Oh, God. * He continued scanning the groceries as quick as possible. 
 
'That'll be si...' *Kccchrrrchh. * Michael remained silent.'What the..' 
 
'Are you alright?', the girl asked. 
 
 Confused, Michael continued.'Yes, sorry, mhm, that'll be six dol...' *Kcchhrrrrchrrrrr.'Hello? Operator? Michael? Michael, is that you?'* 
 
 Michael jumped up. `` What the hell?!'' He brought his hands up to his head. 
 
 The girl ( shocked ) quickly grabbed her stuff and left a ten dollar bill. 
 
 Michael, wondering if he was going crazy, started talking:'Yes, Michael here, what's going on?'. 
 
'Ah Michael, the line finally works. Thanks, Joe, that'll be it for now.' 
 
'Wh- Who are you? What's going on?', Michael's voice shivered. 
 
'I'm Bob, head of Communication, proud citizen amongst the Michaelians. We have a message for you.' 
 
'Michaelians? What do you mean?' 
 
'I'm sorry, I do n't have a lot of time'cause of the recent crisis. I'll explain briefly. There are billions of us. Everyone has a task to make you function. We digest your food, we make you sleep, we made sure you did n't crap your pants while doing that presentation in sixth grade. You are our Great Operator. Oh, by the way. the Facial Muscle department wanted to say sorry for the failed smile a few moments ago, they told me they really needed more practice. In fact, they're often quite bored.' 
 
 This was true, Michael really needed to talk to more girls if he'd ever want a girlfriend. 
 
'Could you tell them sorry and I'll try to give them more opportunities?', Michael asked politely. 
 
'Of course, Operator. Now let's get to business. We are getting signs from the Liver department that you are over demanding them. Since the first time you drank this'beer' substance they've grown bigger and stronger and they thank You for that, but recently they are so overworked that they are failing even the easiest tasks such as regulating sugar levels. They're heading towards a burnout, much Michaelians already have died. One of them was my close friend, Kevin.' 
 
 Michael could hear the sorrow in his voice. 
 
'I'm so sorry to hear that, Bob. it's just this existential crisis. Could you tell the Thought Department they are overworking themselves a bit?... Anyway, I guess you're right. This drinking is killing me. Alright, from today on I'll stop.' 
 
'That's great, Operator. I'll start preparing the news reports. Surely all of the Michaelians will be ecstatic to hear it. I'll send your feedback to Thought Department right away. Bye, sir. Bob over and out.' 
 
 **6:05PM** 
 
 Michael was walking to the front of the store. *Finally, what a disastrous day. I could really use a... No! Do n't do it. Do n't do it. * 
 
 He looked over his shoulder. The liquor aisle was right there. *No, you idiot. Bob told you. Michaelians are dying. Kevin..* 
 
 *Kkcchhrrrrcrhrrr. Kchrr. *'Yes, Operator? This is the Brain's Reward System. We got a problem. We are in *serious* need of some dopamine...' 
 
 Michael sighed, and took the turn. 
 
 > Thanks for reading. Just started doing this. English is not my primary language so grammatical feedback is very welcome.
