Your Organs When You Eat Too Much Sugar

Hey, Belly. Tell your boss that I just arrived. Hey, show a little respect, you little thing. Okay? To you, I'm Mr. Stomach. Whatever you say, Mr. Little Belly. Hey, boss. Here's a sugar that says he wants to talk to you. It's true? Yes, yes. Let me talk to him. Are you sure, boss? There are already several of them today. You don't have to worry about it. Let me talk to him. Okay, boss. You are the boss. Hey, small intestine. Okay, here comes another sugar. And careful, because this one's a character. He's already here, man. Hey, to be a small intestine, you look pretty fat, buddy. Look who's talking about fat, man. Okay, raise your arms. Look at the dark spot. Okay, boss. Here's another fool on the way. Hey, finally. Come, come. Let's get on with it. We don't have much time. Chop, chop. Oh, we're looking forward to it. What will you want? More cortex or more frontal lobe, boss? Lobe, goat. Go for the lobe. Are you ready, boss? Here we go. Enjoy it. Dopamine Lead me to happiness Take me away from reality Dopamine Makes me fly high as I can Zoiks, our time is up. That's it. Go, I have to keep working. What? But if I haven't finished, boss, where the heck do you want me to go? I don't know. To the liver, for example. What? More sugar? Don't they see that I'm so full of fat, for God's sake? Hey, pancreas daddy. Release insulin, my man. I'm releasing to the limit, but it doesn't want to hear me. It seems to have some resistance. Ah, so nice. And so, we're sitting all day on the computer, aren't we? Well, no way. To the storage. Oh, God. And now where the heck am I? Welcome to the abdominal fat deposit, my friend. Nobody wants us here and yet nobody takes us out.