Stealthily they move through the maze of tunnels, swift and deadly, leaving bodies of unwary guards in their wake.
In the Main Control Centre, an alarm begins its heart-stopping wail, security lights flash and computer screens blink a strobe warning, “INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!”
The intruders continue on their quest unchallenged; for they are the masters of disguise and camouflage. Quickly, quietly they make their way toward Control.
The doors to the Control Centre crash open, and an imposing figure in white enters. He quickly takes control of the situation, organizing spontaneous attacks on the invading forces. “Men!” He yells, and all eyes are on him, “Let's flush out this menace and be done with them! More snot in the nasal passages!” And as the Captain's men begin to fluster, he barks, “Move! Move!”
The hallways begin to fill with ooze, and the intruders are taken unawares. Many are washed away to the soft, fluffy heaven beyond the flood, yet some remain, determined, and strengthened by their resolve to fulfill their mission. They continue forth with grim faces, battling for ground against the white army.
“They're in the lungs, Sir!” A young Private reports to an Officer. The Captain, overhearing, hollers, “Well, what are you waiting for? Flood them too! Start the reactors; we'll flush them out with some good old coughing! More mucus, men! Where's all the mucus I ordered?”
Scurrying frantically, minions all over the fortress work desperately to appease the captain and save their jobs, splashing, pumping, pouring ooze into every tunnel and airway.
The battle rages for days, with small victories and many casualties on either side. The intruders are strong and weaken the defenses of the white army, and it seems that all is lost for the brave and true system workers, unprepared and ill-equipped for such a vicious attack.
The Captain hangs his head in regret as he watches his men dying; their pitiful shrieks a song of mayhem and despair.
But wait! What's that? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's The Antibiotics!
Flashes of blue, streaks of red, triumphant in capes and spandex the heroes arrive; bringing hope and strength to the forces of life.
The invaders yelp with shock and take to their heels in fear, fleeing the mighty force of the avenging Antibiotics.
I love modern medicine…
They're the deadly virus league!