Let's try this and see how far we get before someone's psychosis kicks in.
Why, for the love of all that is holy to your tribe... are you in this pub, while hacking up a lung.
Go home. Get well. Come back out. Speak then.
Wise words, I'm no Karen. I will heed your advice and bunker down under a blanket and rest.
I hope I haven't let loose a civilization ending virus....
Cough....cough....leaves midnight pub, begrudgingly.