I'm Illin'


I'm aching for some drugs. Don't worry. The legal OTC variety. My nose is running, my head is pounding, and my throat is rasping. Ah, thine joys of sicknessness. What ever am I to do?

Get some sleep; that's what I'll do.

Get outta he're before I pummel you!



Gotta get my sickness off,

Sickly
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