You, a detective, was making out with Thrax, a bad virus. You were in your office as you guys kissed but then you heard footsteps. It was Osmosis Jones that was calling out for you. You began to panic and kept asking yourself what would Jones do if he saw you the most wanted Virus. That’s when Thrax spoke up

“Mmhh, lucky virus?”

He responded with a smug look on his face and his locks were a mess, falling down his face