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A Response to the Johnny Bravo episode "I.Q. Johnny".
Karl was walking down the street in the suburbs when he noticed his best friend Johnny Bravo skulking on the stoop of the Bravo house.
"HIIIIIIIII Johnny!" Karl screamed with his nasally voice.
"Hi Karl." Johnny said disinterested, as opposed to his usual "Beat it dweeb".
"Why so glum, my pituitary gifted chum?" Karl asked, sitting beside the muscle-bound blonde.
"Ah used ta know what that meant." Johnny sighed, wistfully.
"Huh?" Karl asked confused.
"Karl remember when I turned smart for a while?" Johnny asked.
"Oh yeah," Karl said, rubbing his chin, "you went around fixing my inventions, doing crossword puzzles, and being a real smarty pants jerk to everybody. Why do you ask?"
"Ah miss it." Johnny admitted.
"Huh?" Karl asked. "Why? Being smart made you an even bigger jerk than usual."
Johnny raised a brow to Karl.
"…No offense." Karl said twiddling his thumbs.
"Fer once ah was good at something." Johnny admitted. "Ah wasn't just 'Johnny the dummy' or 'Johnny the bonehead'. Ah still remember being smart. Ah remember saying things…Ah remember fixing yer machine, but when ah try ta think how ah did it, things get…confusing."
"What do you mean?" Karl asked confused.
"Ah can remember saying words, big, smart words," Johnny stared at the sunset, pausing for at least a solid minute, "but when I try to remember what they mean…Ah get a headache."
"Johnny, for what it's worth, I liked you just the way you were before." Karl said putting his hand on Johnny's shoulder.
Johnny pulled away.
"Easy for you to say." Johnny said. "Now ya don't have me as competition."
"To be fair you did make me feel like an idiot." Karl reasoned.
"Now ya know what it's like ta be me." Johnny said getting up. "Minus the daily beatin's from women a'course."
Johnny then began to walk to his red motorbike.
"Johnny this is your house." Karl said.
"Ah know." Johnny said. "Ah may be a dummy, but ah know that much. Ah'm goin' ta the gym. Might as well work out. S'all I'm good for."
Johnny got on the motorbike, and drove off.
"S'all ah'll ever be good for." Johnny said to himself, quietly as the engine roared and he sped off, a single tear streaking down his cheek, from underneath his dark sunglasses.
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