You had been stricken with worry once Hepatitis had asked you to have a talk. Everything had seemed so... wonderful. What could be wrong? You both sat on the couch next to each other, as Hepatitis stared into your eyes with worry.

"Sweetheart... I have something to confess... I uhm... have... thirteen STDS. ...I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier..."

"Oh uh... they all might be uhm... lethal too."