My head is going to explode. All these poor Masters students are going to get covered in snot, just because they're trying to hand their work in.
Yes, that's right.
I've got a bit of a sniffle, and in true man-fashion I shall foretell to the world the coming of my premature death. Yay amateur dramatics!
Where's me ambulance? No, skip that: someone look in the Yellow Pages under "U"...
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