- Me. (Not just because I have the immune system of a near-bankrupt carnival. I’m just selfish. Were I healthy, I would want to go first, too.)
- Mother on the Dead. (Old as shit.)
- Nephew, Brother, and Sister-In-Law on the Dead. (Package deal.)
- Nurses.
- Doctors.
- Candy-stripers. (“Candy-striper” is one of those descriptors that, for no reason you can explicitly identify, is absolutely filthy. “Coed” is another.)
- Robot Eddie, this guy I know.
- Teachers and lunch ladies and janitors and the cool vice-principal, but not guidance counselors.
- Firefighters and paramedics. (Oh, fine: cops, too. Imagine the whining if you left ’em out.)
- All professional athletes. (Male only.)
- Wolverine. (No, that’s just stupid. Wolverine doesn’t need vaccines. It would be wasteful.)
- Milton Shang, the Human Wang. (Why does every post break down into foolishness? And aren’t you usually in bold face when we do this bit?)
- MILT’S ALL WANG! (We’re done.)
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you should get it first. not just because your immune system is at a low ebb, but because you are a new yorker-certified genius and a treasure in our little world. (obviously a bit sentimental tonight)