"Avast ye! Shakes for the old salties be pulled back—deadly listeria be makin’ ‘em keel over, arrr!"
2025-02-23
Arrr, me hearties! Those icy grog bottles be causin' a right ruckus, ‘tis said! Listeria be the scallywag, claimin' 11 souls and sendin' 37 more to Davy Jones' locker. Best be savin’ yer sips, lest ye join the ghostly crew!
Avast ye scallywags! Gather 'round, for I bring tidings that be as grim as the depths of Davy Jones' locker! It be said that some cursed supplemental drinks, colder than a mermaid's kiss on a winter's eve, be the foul culprit in a listeria outbreak that hath claimed the lives of 11 brave souls! Aye, it be a cruel twist of fate that these frosty potions, meant to nourish and restore, have instead led to the demise of hearty landlubbers.But ho! The tale doesn’t end there, me hearties! Aye, another 37 poor souls have found themselves in the brig of the hospital, battling this treacherous beast known as listeria. 'Tis a villainous microbe that be lurking in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare to sip on these frosted delights. Aye, one might think twice before indulgin' in such icy libations, lest ye find yerself in a pickle worse than a rogue sailor marooned on a deserted isle!