We had the spinal tap which went to 11 but not the Stonehenge.
We are sick of the sight of our own blood. Every hour or so for the first couple of days a nurse would turn up with an empty vial and cheerfully announce a fresh extraction. “Our blood better be feeding a proper Nosferatu colony because it’s too strong for those sparkly Twilight wimps,” we said. The nurses laughed. We laughed. Our veins wept.
Then we had a spinal tap and the doctors (the team was vetted by our favorite neurologist who was out of town) figured out exactly what was wrong with us (Apart from the obvious insanity and feelings of invincibility).
We have the cytomegalovirus (CMV). It sounds like a decepticon hiding in our bloodstream, waiting for our immune system to weaken.
Megatron from Deviant Art
You think the basses take away from the vocal? John C. Reilly kills us.
So Marky Mark (Sorry, Mr. Wahlberg, we’ll never get over your underwear ads or your Good Vibrations album) sang a song from the animated eighties Transformers movie in P.T. Anderson’s Boogie Nights, and now he’s starring in a Transformers movie. There’s a symmetry to that.
Meanwhile, we’ve been attacked by the Megatron virus!