For the fifth time in the past twenty minutes, you walk into Bart's room to see him in his Impulse suit, trying to escape through the window. You push Bart back onto his bed and force him to eat his soup while he scowls at you.

"Trust me, I'm fine," Bart says, nearly choking as he tries to hold back a cough. He can't stop it, and the cough comes out as he adds, "I'm not sick at all. You're just dramatic."