Listen here Moonchild, I’m gonna set you on the line. I’ll only say this once so listen up, Fatty. This computer virus isn’t going anywhere. Let me repeat myself, this computer virus isn’t going anywhere. Back in my day we didn’t call it MetaDooM4.12.02 whatever; we called it the ChyNa virus, or COVID-19. You know kiddo they also called it the coronavirus-19. You know, since there were 19. How the hecken can you floofers these days have a virus that is .02? .02 what? OK, here’s the deal, Slick. I used to know a guy, went by the name Apple™Man O’Jackson. Ol’ Apple™Man used to play his synthesizer down at the Dave’n busties. He caught the ChyNa virus one year, oh boy that was a year, and let me tell you, if Apple™Man Jackson says, “It ain’t no thang” you can take that to the bank, Buckaroo-bot. That’s how I know you’re full of shitake mushrooms. Why we eating so many goddam mushrooms these days? In my day we ate BEEF. Good ole’ American feed lot beef; can’t be beat. Can’t beat the beef. I’d know a thing or two about beating my beefy meat, oh boy let me tell ya. I’d punch your egg sack born robot/human/reptile hybrid fucking kid straight in the mouth.