Office cold/flu: You know, Little Blind Girl, I’m really liking it here in your respiratory system. I was thinking of setting up shop for a while, maybe get a little sinus infection going… something for the little viruses, you know?
Little Blind Girl: I hate you.
Office cold/flu: Oh, you don’t mean that. I can tell! You’ve made it so cushy in here, with your malnourishment and your lowered immune system from eating all that junk. Clearly, your subconscious longed for this.
Little Blind Girl: I hate you more every hour.
Office cold/flu: Now, now, if that were true, you would have gone to the doctor by now. I know you like to blame it on work and say you don’t have time, but I think we both know what’s really going on here, don’t we?
Little Blind Girl: I hope you die.
Office cold/flu: Is that a nice thing to say to your new life partner?
Little Blind Girl: Oh, God, why? What did I do that was so bad that I deserve this?
Office cold/flu: I was thinking of setting up my office in your left sinus cavity. The right cavity is bigger, but the left cavity has such a lovely view of your optic nerve.
Little Blind Girl: Leave my optic nerve alone! Sweet Jesus, am I talking to a virus? I’ve gone round the twist at last.
Office cold/flu: I’m so glad I’ve finally found a place I can call home.
Little Blind Girl: You. Me. Doctor’s office. Tomorrow morning. Antibiotics at twenty paces. To the death!