Stinking little good-for-nothing virus. Don’t you know you aren’t welcome in my respiratory track? Do you think I want to get snot all over my pillow, talk like Elmer Fudd, and feel like shit all the time? Do you think I want to have the mild stink of sickness on me, and breath that would stop a charging bull elephant dead in his tracks? Asshole virus. You’re ruining my Christmas.
You better not have me coughing all through LOTR: ROTK on Saturday, or the laugh will be on you. I’ll be hushed to death by geeks and then where will YOU go? Huh?