Nora: Sounds like Ryan's not feeling to great.
MN: Well, ya know, it's been one of those days. I nearly drowned and froze to death on my way back from art class.
Storyteller: Yeah, and (snerk-k-k-k) I think I'b cubbing down wid a code.
MN: Wid a code...hmm, is that some spy flick I haven't heard about?
Storyteller: (sneeze, sniffle) Berry fubny.
Nora: I think she means the upper respiratory infection.
MN: I know she means the upper respiratory infection. I just can't resist making a bad joke. Go put your feet up, Storyteller, and I'll bring you some radish tea.
(Storyteller sneezes and sniffles some more, and retreats to her hut)