Regardless of whether it was a better health strategy to choose comfort or build resistance through natural exposure, the story had to continue. (Perhaps the true way lay in building a high threshold and greater awareness alongside healthy habits, but unfortunately Clive hadn't figured this out yet and likely wouldn't due to his troubled 'childhood trauma'.)
"So you've… come." Clive said coldly, whilst subtly unzipping his puffer jacket, and slightly lowering the temperature in the store to optimize for his upcoming exertions, preparing and arming himself for the showdown.
"Not yet…" Ly Ly smirked. "Not until you give us full satisfaction… your part of the Blueprint, Clive."
Clive was in perfect condition(s) though, and immediately sprang forward and spilled his… fluids deep into an unfortunate DRSABCD member…
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Yes that's right. A spring-loaded syringe full of flu-shot was thrust forward with ruthless precision and without warning jabbed into the unsuspecting Dark Rizzard's arm.
"Bruh…"
Clive's eyes flickered and he nodded briefly, like a surgeon whose job was done, whilst the Dark Rizzards' Eyes glazed over as the vaccine began to do its work, rendering him unconscious as a side effect in the process.
"Now you won't catch a cold… just like me…"
"…Unfortunately though, I just contracted chills just from reading that…"
Witnessing this travesty of consent, even with good intentions, several of the esteemed Audience members were terrified.
"You… want to catch a cold?" Clive was genuinely confused.
"Clive might have a… point," Pep-Z guy muttered from the audience, looking at the still... squirting needle.
"But... I have to 'point' out that he just might be going about things in the wrong way…"