"Great. According to these figures, I'll be so dumb, my brain won't like work at all. The life functions would work but nothing else. I'll just end up some guys personal sex toy and like that would be so awesome." she said before groaning. "I need to focus on getting a cure in the works now or else.
But as she continued to try and make strides in her cure research but she kept meeting dead ends no matter how long into the night she went at it.
"Ugh, this is like so hard! Its getting harder and harder to think now. And when I do think it totally hurts my head. Must be the virus making sure I don't think too much." Marsha groaned before she heard a knock on the door. "Great...that's the last thing I needed." she groaned. "Like I'll be there in a moment!" she called before covering her mouth as she ran upstairs to the bathroom and splashed herself with water. "Get it together! You aren't an idiot yet so don't go acting like one! You are smart, not some dumb, blond whore!" she repeated before going to the door.
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