Arrr, matey! In Baltimore, the grim reaper's got a hook, and the city be mum about it!
2024-08-08
Arrr! The town be tight-lipped 'bout their schemes, refusing to parley on this plague plaguin’ the good folk, claimin’ it’d sink their ship o’ a lawsuit against those scallywag drug-makers! Aye, a right merry mess, me hearties!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to this curious tale from the landlubbers of the city! It be a tale of a most dire health crisis, one that be makin' the bravest of souls quiver in their boots. But lo and behold, the city be as tight-lipped as a clam in a treasure chest! They be refusin' to spill the beans on their grand schemes, as if they be guardin' a chest o’ gold!The scallywags in charge be frettin' over their lawsuit against the wicked drugmakers, those dastardly scoundrels who be peddlin' their potions like they be sellin' cursed doubloons! Aye, they fear that lettin’ the public in on their plans might sink their ship before it even sets sail. So, instead of holdin’ hearings to discuss this grave matter, they be clingin' to their secrets like a sailor to a life raft in a stormy sea.
And so, the good folk be left wonderin’, “What in the seven seas be goin’ on?” With no word from the city, it seems the only thing we can count on is more questions than answers, like a riddle wrapped in a mystery stuffed inside a treasure chest! Har har!