the naked and the bug

I am in bed with a stomach bug. It is rather attractively shaped, but pretended to have a headache. 'But you have no head!', I pointed out. 'I have several', it said, 'or several brains, to call it more properly. It runs in the family.' 'Brains? More like bags of ganglia. You couldn't fire a dendrite if you were Supreme CEO of Worldwide Dendrites Inc.' It bit me. That's when I decided to spike its breakfast with penicillin.