It’s sad that there is a border I can’t cross. The land of freedom. I’m in deep battle with the tiny germs that fester in my throat. Can you guess what this is? A sore throat is what’s attacking me this fine Sabbath. I can’t escape. Surprisingly, I’ve managed to hide from the wicked cough. Two family members have been under attack for a couple of days by this wicked clan of tenacious germs. But, intrepid medicine warriors sail into my throat through a splendid medicine bottle of goodness. As they sail in there golden ships attacking the moldy vessels that belonged to Fester himself. King Glory the 37th raises his sword and makes the battle cry. After a long interminable battle the medicine warriors are successful and deliver me from pain.