I had the rona. Bad. Like almost death. My wife told me to get up and shower. I stood in the shower, defeated. Then I started scrubbing with my grenade and suddenly it was like I was scrubbing life back in to my body. Freedom-loving, red, white, and blue life back into my tired, broken body. The overwhelming sense of freedom flushed the virus from my body and as it did i could hear the faint scream of a balls eagle in the distance and a vision of Teddy Roosevelt appeared in the suds and told me America needed me to live! (Or it was me hallucinating from the fever) either way I felt considerably better. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.