“I’ll tell you what I’d like to do. These illegal aliens show up here, consume our resources, they breed like rabbits, and by the time they leave, they’ve completely destroyed the property. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen it happen. I say we round them up and –”
“Hold on now, that’s not quite fair,” interrupted Myrus, one of the illegals who had been passing on the street. “We just want a place to live and raise a family. Meanwhile, everywhere we go, we get harassed by guys like you!”
“What’s your job, wise guy?”
“I’m looking for a house. Then I’ll think about my family. Family is very import to me. I want to have many children.”
The argument continued to escalate for a few minutes. Across the street, an officer was beginning to be interested in the commotion. As he approached to investigate, the officer thought he recognized Myrus from a wanted poster.
“Papers, please,” requested the officer. Myrus feigned to look for his wallet, spun on his heal, and sprinted. The corpulent officer gave chase, but he soon lost Myrus who darted so quickly through arteries, tiny capillaries, and finally, into a mucus membrane in the sinuses. At that moment, Bill felt a powerful sneeze coming on. Myrus could barely be heard shouting, “So long, suckers!” as he set off to find his next host.