and situps.
Now El Supergustoso was not one to waste
time. He was a man of action. Thinking quickly, he pulled from
his pocket one of his nachos of fractal miniaturization. This nacho
allowed him to have a viral-sized duplicate of himself that he could live
through for a limited time. So, in effect, he was the size of the
cold virus and could go face to face with the cold virus in his sinuses.
He would not let it gain a foothold so easily. He found himself staring
down a mean-looking strand of cold virus. He pulled out some steel
nachos from his pocket and let fly! Nachos embedded in the cold virus,
weakening it and soon it was dying. But where there is one cold virus
germ there are many more. He grabbed the cold virus by a DNA strand
and made it tell him where it came from. Weakly it said, "From your
front door knob." He headed straight to the front door of his house
and on his door knob he fought off the cold germs until his nacho of miniaturization
had worn off.
All he could do now was hope he had succeeded.
He sniffed curiously, feeling for signs of weakness in his sinuses.
Nothing out of the usual. He had vanquished the evil cold
virus!