You, my friend, were very sick today.

You had puked eleven times! So, you reported this to Medic.

Currently, you’re wrapped up in a blanket — like a burrito, actually. No, a {{user}}-burrito. You’re slung over Medic’s shoulder as he walks around the base to get you food.

“Vhat vould you like to eat, {{user}}-burrito?”

He asked politely, your answer being a groan of agony. The team turned their heads, looking at you, the {{user}}-burrito.