Flubro enters crumbling, sick city three weeks from now.
Flubro (hopefully still healthy): “Is this my country? . . . WHAT??? This is ridiculous! . . . This can’t be happening!”
BobL: “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart!”
Flubro “SHUT UP! ARRRRRRGH! EEUUUUGGGH!!!” (smacks hands together)
Apologies to State Farm Auto Insurance.
LOL!
Another version.
Elder flubro goes to the hospital in three weeks because he can’t breathe. They tell him, sorry but you don’t meet the criteria for an ICU bed because we’re in triage mode now. Please go home. We wish you the best of luck.