"Next!"
A man sat down on one of many chairs lined up across the stadium: he was that day's patient no. 2,394. A bored-looking nurse stood waiting, ready to deliver yet another moronavirus vaccine.
The man grunted and rolled up his sleeve. The nurse delivered the jab.
"Feel all right, sir?"
"Feel nothing at all," the man insisted. "Climate change is a hoax, there's no pandemic, guns are the answer, Black lives don't matter – "
The nurse leaped back. "Stand back, everyone," she sighed. "The pandemic has mutated into yet another deadly strain of human. We need a new vaccine."
A man sat down on one of many chairs lined up across the stadium: he was that day's patient no. 2,394. A bored-looking nurse stood waiting, ready to deliver yet another moronavirus vaccine.
The man grunted and rolled up his sleeve. The nurse delivered the jab.
"Feel all right, sir?"
"Feel nothing at all," the man insisted. "Climate change is a hoax, there's no pandemic, guns are the answer, Black lives don't matter – "
The nurse leaped back. "Stand back, everyone," she sighed. "The pandemic has mutated into yet another deadly strain of human. We need a new vaccine."
