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There's a little child in the office. Someone brought him in and now he's making noise like you've never heard in your life. It is a screech, it is a quack, it is a bellow, it is a sneeze it is a toot. It is all of those at the same time. It is Old Mac Donald's Farm regurgled into one diapered little body.
The screech penetrates the walls of the meeting room and those inside twitch.
"That's the sound of the bird pig flu", one of them quips. A hint of Stephen King's Last Stand settles on the meeting.