The different organs were debating who should be king The brain began: "Well, obviously, me. I handle all of the thinking and consciousness." "Ahem", interrupted the heart. "It's me. I pump the blood: without me, you, brain, won't work at all but I keep the body running just fine without you." "Are you forgetting what the blood is transporting?" said the lungs. "Oxygen. And without us, you wouldn't have any. So it has to be us." "And are you both forgetting that blood will very quickly become toxic if I don't clean it up constantly?" replied the liver. "It should be me!" And so on it went, with each organ and body part presenting a valid case for why they were really the ones running the body and should be king, until finally there was just one remaining: the sphincter. "I think it's me. I run this all." said the spinchter without providing any proof. "You?" Laughed the other organs. "You're worthless. We can definitely do without you! There's no way you'll be king!" In response, the sphincter got very angry and clenched up. Within the day, all of the gut was sending distress signals to the brain. Within the week, the liver was being overwhelmed by the accumulating toxins, the heart was getting palpitations, the lungs were having trouble taking in oxygen and the brain couldn't think of anything else except how terrible the body felt. Finally, after a week of suffering, they had had enough and decided to crown the sphincter king. Now very happy, the sphincter relaxed and the body went back to normal, with all of the organs from there on out calling the sphincter king. And the moral of the story is: no matter what sort of unique and talented members an organisation is made up of, at the top there's an asshole with the power to make everybody's life hell.