Manuel versus the Ebola virus*
Friday lunchtime and I'm not feeling too good. I have been chundering all night and have a case of the "Eartha Kitts". Not good, not good at all. I had to go home, so I approached the Glorious Leader....
"I'm sick, gonna have to go home."
"Sick? What's wrong with you?"
"Whatever. You think you will survive through the night for work tomorrow?"
"Yeah a bit of soup and I'll be right as rain. There's no Ebola Virus that can kill me."
"See you tomorrow."
First day off sick in years.
*may not have been the Ebola Virus