- Master Virus: [Chapter 2: MULTIPLY ZONE B] 1. Upwards inside the brain. The muscles of the brain are the busiest in the whole body. They need. They want. They demand.
- Master Virus: 2. Left side of the brain: very arty the little grey cells; nothing to report.
- Master Virus: 3. Right side: a right mess. A right dump. This is the thought process; desperately seeking to express a point of view. I must paralyze the beggar. It should really be made illegal to think.
- Master Virus: 4. Centre-stage; the nerve center directing the whole body. Lazy, dirty. Desperate. Addicted. Always ready for the wrong move.
- Master Virus: 5. Rear-end. Trying too hard to be clever. The best place on this side of the world to lay down a few eggs.
- Master Virus: 6. Exit the brain. Corridor South. Must paralyze that blood tube all the way to the nervous system. It stinks in here. It's like inside an animal rendering farm.
- Master Virus: 7. Down. East End. Corrosion. Rotten pipes. Fat: lots of it. No need to infect. Already collapsing by itself. Self-destruction more like it.
- Master Virus: 8. As I glide scantily on the corridor to the Southern hemisphere, I'm bumping into other germs. Not one of the species I have been acquainted with before.
- Master Virus: 9. I try to make contact with one of the indigenes. Oh fuck. This guy is hitting on me. Scram Cinderella! Fancy that! Mistaken me for a female!
- Master Virus: 10. Guilty on the non-reproduction front. I've been lazy. There is no doubt about it. I need a female now.
- Master Virus: 11. Slouching at throat level. I have just been to the toilets. This means this body will get a throat infection for a while. And I don't mean a little sore throat. We're talking full angina here. My excrements are in full order.
- Master Virus: 12. I love my job. Deeper and deeper into the throat, entering some remote organs; whatever organ it is. It tastes absolutely delicious.
- Master Virus: 13. Slouching and going to the toilets again. As nature intended, at liver level. This should paralyze this organ for a bit.
- Master Virus: 14. I must stop eating and reproduce. At this rate I'll never be able to bequest my legacy to this new Nation of mine.
- Master Virus: 15. Someone is doing a lot of banging down below. What is this? Some kind of a nightclub?
- Master Virus: 16. It is the heart. A lot of people there. It's all hallucinogenic in here. What a crowd! Hey, I have been hijacked!
- Master Virus: 17. I'm squashed. Drained. Sucked. Syphoned and seeded. It has never happened to me before. On entering the mouth of this body I was a male mouse, or I thought I was. Now I'm not sure anymore. It's gender-bending in this dump.
- Master Virus: 18. I've copulated. I'm in full bloom. Full of eggs. I'm reproducing. There is a thick flood of Yellowish water coming my way.
- Master Virus: 19. What a fine mess! I'm stuck on the lungs now. I'm about to burst. I feel so heavy. So full. It's all coming out now.
- Master Virus: 20. One, two, three, four then multiply by 10. By 100. By 1000. I can't even count all my children.
- Master Virus: 21. I have achieved the miracle of life. I've conceived an army of viruses. Ready to ransack that already self-obliterated lung. Gosh it's so dark in there.
- Master Virus: 22. Lunch. In the South. Then "evacuation" in the South East. The toilet facilities are always impeccable in that region. Finally a nap further East.
- Master Virus: 23. What a hullabaloo. An explosion of blood is overfilling the oesophagus. What the hell is going on?
- Master Virus: 24. My chance to get into the blood stream. This river will get me to it.
- Master Virus: 25. Blood is a perfect nest to germinate. Pro-create if you like. Seeds can flow inside like no tomorrow.
- Master Virus: 26. I'm about to burst again. One. Two. Three. My baby. My babies. A hundred. A thousand. One hundred thousand. Nothing like a blood stream. Deep penetration.
- Narrator: The mouth is the ultimate frontier between the inside of a creature and the rest of the universe. It is the border control. There is a long process before reaching the heart of the body. X aims to re-produce itself into the heart of the body just like a little mouse. When inside the body, X the germ can see, feel and breathe exactly what the creature's body sees, feels and breathes. It's often thrown out randomly. To be a germ is the ultimate fulfilment like multiple orgasms. A germ can dictate and control a whole body and there is very little anyone can do.