The story of our life When you see a virus, as big as a walrus, the etiquette will be to stay still. Run of the mill, up to the hill. Feel the ideas exchanging in your head, instead, not even Madonna, mamma mia, is fully immune to this bacteria, and other microorganisms will rule the Earth one day, as us, we may disappear down in history as a footnote, the sixth civilization passing by on this planet, with nothing to notice, this hospice nothing to last for another million years, my dears, except for some radioactive waste, from the waist up, what's up, please stop the planet, you muppet, I want to get out!