Spicoli walks out into the streets, In his nicest flannel shirt, blue jeans, and slippers... wait.. oh whatever. As soon as he takes his place in the middle of the street like a complete madman, a crowd starts gathering, and they immediately notice something new about his attire, a bandanna tied around his face, covering his mouth and nose, something like a bandit.

Ladies and Gentleman, Today I come forward to speak to you about a dire crisis that has recently appeared on our shores. We as people are strong, lovely individuals, but there are always a few.. what should we call them... viruses out there. 

Spicoli coughs slightly, correcting his bandanna.

Oh.. The cough you ask? Well, That is exactly why I have come out here today... This is a public service announcement to the masses, brought to you directly from the beautiful New York. As of just recently, We have become aware of what appears to be some sort of new virus appearing all over our avenues. Is it concerning? Meh, Not really. Is it sort of funny? Meh, whatever. Is it avoidable... ABSOLUTELY.

Oh, The virus? Right.. right, I got lost in what little thought I have in my head there...

Well, A few of our genius scientist over in queens(Yes, all the science is why it smells so bad over there) have brought forth a small bit of information for everyone to hear. 

Spicoli turns around and is handed a piece of paper by a mysterious man, he opens it and begins to read

Spiegel's Spike... really.. That is what you guys came up with?

Spicole clears hjs throat before speaking again

Yes folks, You heard it right.. those geniuses decided to call it Spiegel's spike...What is it you ask? Well, if you would just shut up and listen for a bit longer, I have all that information right here. 

Spiegel's Spike appears to be some sort of parasite that crawls into your ear when you least expect it, causing a sharp pain behind the ear, lodging itself deep into the skin, and causing you to occasionally hear the ramblings of what appear to be a lost and defeated man. Is it annoying, ABSOLUTELY... BUT.. The cure, the cure is simple... Just look into the mirror, take a deep breath, and laugh at the voice inside your ear. Apparently, Once you realize how much of a joke it all is, the pain goes away, and the sad voice is silenced.

If you or a loved one happen to feel yourself becoming ill, hearing silly voices, or reading the ramblings of some lost defeated old man, I suggest you call the hotline at....

Oh right.. Sorry, We have not set that up yet. If you start seeing symptoms, You should be totally fine, but I still wish you the speediest of recoveries.

"Wait....wait...hold up!"

Rushing out onto the street, James held out his hand with noticeable heavy breathing.

"Wheew!" 

Breathing a bit more, James held out a few more fingers with some help as he was given a water by some a rather slim viking fellow, huh, James could have sworn that looked like some Ragnarök fellow. 

"Just to be certain because we at the Centre of Dean Disease Control, aka the CDDC, commonly referred to as the Dean Control but don't worry about that, we wondered if this has been restricted to the New York avenues is all."

James twitched as he scratched his arm and spotted one strange looking fellow who seemed to be coughing at bit more. Oh fuck, maybe it was spreading. 

"If it is restricted to the New York avenues, I have to say, good luck and thanks for all the fish." James noticed the looks he was getting off to the side then as he held up his hands with a smile. 

"However if it is not restricted to the New corners, avenues, and dangerous back alley's where all sorts of miscreants may be, we'll fight this together. Remember people, the CDDC is here for you."

Rather oddly, James had raised a fist to the air when all of one person had cheered for the Dean Control...

So much for public opinion.

"So Spicoli....is it just the New York Streets or is this, heavens forbid, a pandemic or just some wildly out of control minor flu that'll pass in about a week or two?"

James offered some oreos to everybody, after all, this was a rather important and everyone needed to be refreshed, obviously.

Once spicoli got over the shock and awe of the CDDC being in his presence, he gathered himself then looked around

Well sir, I am surely not a scientist, but even a blind man can see... Well no, He can not, but...

YOU GET WHERE IM GOING.

If I were the CDDC I would be on high alert, EXTREMELY HIGH ALERT.

Spicoli pulls out a nicely rolled joint from a glass jar he had been gripping tightly and lights it.

Nike had nothing but good words to say about his boss Spicoli especially due to the fact he had been released from the chains that had been attached to him for months on end within the HQ, this time however, was a bit too much.

What are you going on about?

Nike had been on holiday for a few days and was 'extremely low' (see what I did there/their/they're) after his imprisonment within the runaways. It was time to step up, catch up and make @coffee

Spicoli notices Nike is on the streets and immediately begins to visibly worry, looking all around trying to find the chains and timer he had attached to him...

Well shit, I guess its time for you to spread your cheeks and that little tick of yours and remove the chains and the... i hare to say it... timer. I can not hold you down with this crazy virus running rampant all over america... but now that you are free, maybe you need to visit JamesHowlett and the CDDC and get evaluated.

Nike shakes his tick taks and is finally free, feeling fantastic he strips naked showing off his upside down Nike tick! It had been a while since he had seen his tick, for it had been covered up for so long.

It was a memory from when he was a drunken mess as a young pup and asking for his favourite symbol to be tattooed on himself. The big problem being, Nike wanted to do a handstand whilst it was done, hence it looking upside down with his feet on the ground.

Nike ran up to Spicoli and got him in a head lock and whilst doing a monkey scrub on him he shouted 'you won't regret this ode chap!'

As he ran off, Nike kicked Spicoli on the butt flooring him to the ground 'so long sucker.'

Before Nike could get very far he ran straight into a lamppost and knocked himself out