Vitamin-offensive

Two days before the Moots my stomach is acting up, and today my throat starts to bother me as well. Cue the vitamin-offensive. Flamethrower tanks filled with fresh orange juice load up. Airplanes drop honey-licorice from the sky. A team of specially trained wombats dig up the most fresh garlic for the age-old recipe my mother gave me: fresh garlic butter. After all: if it kills the cats, I can only imagine what it'll do to germs.

Yee-haw!