Through the door is a brightly lit room with several people wearing hazmat
\ suits. What, do we have another pandemic on our hands? Come ON, it's
\ getting old already. They stare at me for a moment.

"Does any of this come off easily? No? Well then, we don't have time.
\ Chop chop people, get creative."

While I'm undergoing a quick med exam, one of the doctors asks me yes-or-no
\ questions about health conditions, allergies and so on.

"Okay, she's a go, get her on a table."

Yes, there is a table and now I'm on it. And I get a mask over my face.

"Now, deep breaths please. And one, and two..."

~~"...the looks on their faces..."~~

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