Boydster's return, echoed my previous dream.
But the stress of recent accusations, the stress of dr boydster's pending resurrection, the stress of finding a way to distribute flavipiravir to the masses and living off coca cola, mars bars, and an hour of sleep a night, radically weakened my immunity.
All the doctors upon hearing the earlier accusation, had turned their backs in utter disgust. "Let him rot in hell!!", was the cry. An indistinct male voice uttered, "Consider this lab Luxemburg, and here we govern our own!!! We are judge, jury, and executioners! Evidence? What's that?"
"But, I'm innocent <dry cough, cough> I tell you all, <dry cough! Cough!"> you've all been played <cough, cough>" The response was not unexpected, "Like hell you are! Like hell you are, you male chauvinist pig! And a liar! A lying pig! For that, you can die!!!"
The virus had settled into my throat, and it was impossible to talk or swallow. My body temperature skyrocketed and in my delirium, I stripped down to my birthday suit and tried to escape the facility, thinking I was home at my local Queensland nudist beach, and dived into the crystal clear waves crashing on the sand outside. The delirium cleared, and the crystal clear waves were a savage sewerage leak from the Wuhan township. The last mars bar to go down my throat was not a mars bar at all!
Harmful bacteria including e-coli flooded my orifices, as I was fished out and placed in a strait jacket. "You're quite the Houdini aren't you, Dr Sunset?" The voice said. "You won't escape a good lynching this time, you sexually harassing bastard!" At that, I was hauled up to the rooftop, turned upside down, and suspended from my feet, on a metal beam, thirty stories above the cold China floor of Wuhan province.
"The Great Houdini! Bahahaha! Enjoy the sunset, dr sunset!"