The Unbeatable Foe

I’m Sir Coughs-A-Lot beware Me and My Power. I rule with an Iron Flaming Fist of Furry. I speak with a Low, Cracking and Booming Voice. You wet yourself when you think of Me … wait … You pee yourself when you think of Me. When you hear my Low, Cracking and Booming Voice you whimper like a child and defecate in you pants. When you finally see Me (you’re already dehydrated) you become sick. A plague sweeps over you and any grand children you might have yet to have. Your lungs come out your mouth and you nose extrudes a foul liquid. Your brain swells beyond the capacity of your skull. The Pain is Unimaginable. This is what happens when you see Me. Fear Me forever! Your weapons are useless against Me. Your sword of Nyquil will not vanquish Me. Your axe of Dayquil will not cleave My Skull. Your Tylenol Cold magic powder will not slow Me down. Your Halls throwing knifes will not pierce My Skin. Your White Blood Cell and Immune System armor cannot hold up to My Strength. Fighting Me is an exercise of futility.