they are trying to infect the masses at this point.
*me gripping the doctors hand*
me: doc dont inject me with fakkit blood.

doc: mister catpiticus.....it's screened

me: listen my affairs are in order

doc: sir please dont let it end like this.

me: my mama know i love burgundy

doc: were running out of time

me: burgundy suit...burgundy casket with gray silk inserts.

doc:

me: tell my mama my burgundy eel skins are in my closet

doc: sir if you would give me a second to explain the process

me: i'm gonna be fresh....bytches gonna be fighting and shyt.

doc:

me: fukk you and that fakkit blood doc....hit me with the morphine breh.