Once upon a pregnancy, there was a normal sized baby gestating in a normal sized womb, in the middle of a normal sized town.  This fetus had unmatched intelligence for not having developed much brain tissue as of yet, but he did have the ability to make rational decisions.  One that he made, was to become a dwarf.  He simply willed it, lodging himself just right within his mucus-covered home so that his arms and legs had no room to grow.  But his head sure did!  And it grew to be normal sized, except when compared to his stubby little limbs.  And he was happy, elated, ecstatic to be brought into the world!  This dwarf (Q-Tip, as he liked to be called) went on to have many sexual relationships, become a well-known surgeon, and be as good and true a person as you could hope to meet.  This is what prompted my decision to allow Q-Tip access to my brain, lobotomy-style.  Having chosen ignorant bliss over the harsh realities of my horrid life, there was no better human to deliver me to this thoughtlessly wonderful state of empty-mindedness.  I made the appointment, Q-Tip touched my brain, and... flower pretty...