“Gesundheit!” Alice preemptively yelled as she saw Herbert’s eyes squint and chest rise, to which Herbert responded–eyes widened, chest back down to size–“How dare you, you asshole!!??!!!” for the last thing you want when an animalcule takes a joy ride up your nose is for some jerk to scare away your detoxifying sneeze.
“Mom?” sniffled the little protozoa. “Yes, dear? I’m busy multiplying so please just spit it out.” “I think I’m sick,” said the young one. “That’s impossible! An animalcule can’t get sick! How on earth would a germ get germs?” The young amoeba then shocked everyone in the petri dish with a loud sneeze. Since this petri dish was in Germany, all the tiny bacterium turned to the lad and wished him Gesundheit, in the hopes that his microscopic soul wouldn’t fly out of his cell membrane.