Dunne disease can be found in almost any type of person, young or old, excluding crack heads. It is characterized by overwhelming lethargy, or, more specifically, the inability to do
anything productive, especially if it involves moving. Often the devastating slothfulness is also accompanied by an even more grating constant complaining. When it is present it almost always has to do with the affected persons needs, such as food or
water, which that person simply cannot meet themselves.
Dunne disease is normally fatal only because those affected with it
will starve to
death, or be killed by the people around them who’
ve grown tired of their fucking bullshit attitude and constant whining.
Person 1: OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD I"VE BEEN BITTEN BY A KING COBRA! GET THE ANTIDOTE! I CAN'T MOVE MY LEGS!
Person 2: I don't know, it's
way over on the counter and i'm really tired.
Person 1: MY LEGS ARE TURNING
PURPLE! EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK! I CAN'T SEE, OH GOD, I CAN'T SEE!!
Person 2: Jesus, stop yelling, I'm really tired. The medicine is
pretty far away, i guess i'll get you it sometime tommorow probably.
Person 1: ...
2 Weeks later
Person 2: Man, why does it smell so bad in here? ...
HEY, CAN ANYONE GET ME A SANDWICH? HELLO?
