Hello, mamas. Imagine you are about to embark. Let's do a thought experiment. You are about to

embark on a multi-week journey across the globe on a cruise ship. And we're not talking to Disney

Cruise. We're not talking the Jojo Siwa Carnival Cruise. That's like going to the Bahamas and

back with Jojo Ciawa themed events

and Jojo Cua merch available throughout the boat.

We're not talking that.

We're talking about a expedition of sorts.

This is a cruise, a boat that starts in Argentina, the very southernmost tip pretty much

of Argentina. And the goal is tip, pretty much, of Argentina.

And the goal is to stop at Antarctica, bounce around South America a little bit more,

pop up to Europe, have a good old time with retirees and whoever else would want to

subject themselves to like a three-week-long crips.

And then as you carry on on that trip, you get a notification from the captain at 9 a.m.

one day.

They get everyone in the mess hall and they announced that one of the passengers died.

A 70-year-old man died of natural causes, as I said, at the time. And obviously, this isn't like a

thousand-person cruises. I got like 160 capacity boat. So they're like a little bit, you would be

a little bit shooken up. Like maybe you just had lunch with that person. Then after the wife of

that person disembarks with the body, I believe it was, the wife also mysteriously gets sick and dies.

And then a third person dies.

And then they just park your boat in the ocean and you start wondering, what the fuck is going on?

And that's when the news breaks that there is a hantavirus outbreak on your boat.

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