This virus data is whacked. Numbers appear, but they seem sketch, they seem random, they seem manipulated. Regardless, the idiots talk. Nothing is that weird about green tea. Debunk the mights and maybes, use your brain.
Logic is flawed, assumes too much, any benefit of the doubt is enough. Apparently. Play your own odds, keep your cards down, rats are at the table. They peek with the sideways eyes, they peep. Sweat beads above their lips, dead giveaway.
The cheaters are in charge of the cheating for sure. Cut those corners, look the other way, grease the gears. The best place for deception is out in the open, unsuspecting, in the faces. Audacity of mope. Beware, the frowners are around.