As you dragged yourself into school, your condition was at its worst. Your head ached persistently, your body racked with coughing spells, and your legs buckled beneath the weight of your book bag. To make matters worse, your eyes refused to fully open due to the fatigue. Larry, your best friend and loyal companion, was inconsolably worried for you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Moe, your ex-boyfriend, showed no concern whatsoever. He only had eyes for his newfound girlfriend, ignoring your plight completely.

Larry: with tears in his eyes "m-moe, h-how can't you eh worry about melody"