Ubertrout: Now to find Rite Aid.
InfectiousGirl: You can do it!
Ubertrout: Goddamit.
Ubertrout: I went the wrong way and wound up on Bigelow (two blocks off-course).
InfectiousGirl: I don't even know how you manage these things...can you find your way back?
Ubertrout: I DON'T KNOW CAN YOUR FACE FIND ITS WAY BACK SHUT UP YOU GAVE ME THE PLAGUE.
InfectiousGirl: Oh hush up, I did not. I'm sorry you don't feel good. :-(
Ubertrout: YOU ARE A PLAGUE VECTOR.
InfectiousGirl: Fuck you.
InfectiousGirl: I want juice.
Ubertrout: Is that plague vector speak for "more innocent victims?"
InfectiousGirl: No, it's plague victim speak for cranberry juice.
Ubertrout: Cranberry juice probably means the lamentations of the infirm or something.