The Man Who Drank the Plague
He poured infected vomit into his eyes. He fried it in a pan and inhaled the steam. He built a small closet and sat inside it, breathing. Then he drank it — and noted the taste was "very slightly acid." Stubbins Ffirth never got sick, declared victory, and graduated. He was right for entirely the wrong reasons: the man who drank the plague.
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