"The vax is poison!" screamed Battler, with his tinfoil hat on, walking around in rags with his foot in a bucket and ringing a town-crier bell. "Don't take it! Arrrrgh!"
"Pff!" said Erika. "What a schizo! Hurry up Cornelia, give me the shot."
"Gladly," said Cornelia, and plunged the syringe into Erika's arm.
"Ow!" she shouted. "I mean ... I feel great! Ha, stupid Battler, saying the vaxx is dangerous. I hope he gets covid and his head explodes. Mwahaha!"
She walked away with her head held high with a big smug smile on her face, after five steps her head tripled in size and her eyes stuck out like giant deep-sea slugs.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHH!" she cried as her head began to split at the seams leaking sprays of blood and fountains of brain before bursting apart like an over-pressurized trashbag full of chunky meat.
"Serves her right," said Battler, and Cornelia nodded.