"Arrr! The landlubbers got bird flu potions, but ye be stranded without a drop! Avast, matey!"
2025-01-22
Arrr, matey! Though we’ve got barrels o' H5N1 vaccines stashed away and tales of a landlubber's demise ‘tis spreadin’, the wise sea dogs say, “Nay!” to jabbin’ just yet. A right puzzlin’ treasure, that be! Save yer rum for now!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn about them H5N1 vaccines, aye! These magical potions be licensed and sittin' pretty in the national stockpile like treasure awaitin' to be plundered. Millions upon millions of vials, just waitin' for a pirate’s touch!But lo and behold, a dark cloud be hoverin' over our heads, for the grim news be floatin' in like a ghost ship! Aye, the very first human has met their fate at the hands of the dreaded bird flu, the scallywag of diseases. But fear not, for the wise ones in their ivory towers be sayin' that vaccinations be not yet recommended. Can ye believe it? With a death on the horizon, they still be holdin' back the good stuff!