"Welcome home, Virus."

Germ jumped out of his seat. He was ecstatic. Virus, on the other hand, didn't even move.

Germ pulled out his knife and ran to turn on the light. He wanted to see Virus beg for mercy as he was stabbed to death.

As the room brightened, though, he saw what he could not expect: Virus looked indifferent at best.

"What's with that face?" he asked. He got as close to Virus as possible, with no reaction from the other. Germ could simply flick his wrist and leave that guy with a gut wound.

"Do you think I'm not a threat to you?"

Germ stared right into Virus's eyes: that cold look, it was paralyzing.

Then Virus stepped forward, walking right onto the knife's edge.