Good heavens. It's worse than I thought. Like wildfire. It spreads. They should have caught me here sooner.
I am the cure.
I need to get to work before the disease consumes the rest of these poor souls.
I wasn't aware we had company. We rarely get visitors down there.
Let's get this strange garment out of the way.
Ring the ring rosies. Pocket full of posies. A tissue, a tissue we all fall down.
Stop resisting. I need to cure you.
Yet another victim of the disease.
You are not a doctor.