“Today class, I’d like to review a…dirty topic. The disease.” The class, second termers all, squirmed collectively.

“Must we?” muttered Millani in the third row.

“We must!” the teacher shouted, slamming a scarred fist on the blackboard, a billow of dust rising horizontally into the air. With strained composure, he continued, “Who can tell me when the disease first manifest? Yes, Hulleth.”

“The first confirmed outbreak was 47 years ago in the Baltic Conglom, though questionable video evidence suggests isolated outbreaks or perhaps a theoretical appreciation for the disease’s possibility as early as AD 1968 .”

“Yes, thank you. Current treatment? Yolo?”

“None, sir,” came the sullen reply.

“And now class, what do we do should any symptoms arise? In unison, please.”

Rolling bored eyes, the class intoned, “Shun. Contain. Eliminate.“

“Very well, class…” A scream from down the hall ended his congratulations. He knew it could only be one thing.

The disease.

“Alright class, guns at the ready!”