He bit down on his ice cream and bit his tongue. Or was it some strange substance they’d sprayed which had coalesced into cream? It began to taste like cellular meat. He swallowed and soon began booming like the Cellular Meet Industry for now that all the meat workers had received mail saying they had corona, suddenly there was no meat!
As the others in the room were finishing they all looked up as a flock of pigs flew overhead at 40,000 feet spraying.
“They will never stop,” said Dam.”Each day a different flavour”