Seems Xym being a biohazard draws a wealth of visitors.
Even worserer than yesterday! Fucksake.
Anyhoo, once again, there came a knockage a drowsy bedridden Xym tried to ignore.
A most persistant knockage.
And a hollerin'.
So I forced meself to the door, where one's sunken, ill-ridden visage raised much concern amongst the Curtii.
That concern mainly being making gestures to ward off Ye Eville Eye, finger crucifixes, and the hastily backing away with a quick "We were in da 'hood, and thought it rude not to say hi in passing. Bring out yer dead!".
No more visitors since. As far as I know. I keeps falling asleep and being awoken by severe hacking coughs and pleghmy sneezes of sickness.
Honestly - no-one EVER visits The Xym. The Xym goes to them. How come suddenly everyone wants to drop in when I'm to ill to see them...
...oh. I see. Visit when you know you can't see Xym! Well, hopefully I'll die of this mutant strain of deathpoison, and everyone can go back to not visiting!
♪Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to Xym
Along with a streaming nasal passage, a sandpapered throat, Thor smashing around Xym's internal cranium with Mjölnír and a cough Covonia can't shift. or something.♫
