This is just for fun, so don't lacerate the plot or the childish writing style.
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"Mr President! Mr President!" Agent K.Y called.
"What in the world is going on?" The United States President demanded as Agent K.Y barged into his office.
"I'll explain later when you're safely in the transport vehicle."
"Vehicle? Where are we going?"
"The U.N HQ sir." The agent held the president by his arm like he was a little boy being dragged to the dentist's.
"I demand to know why I'm being taken to the U.N!"
"Sir, there's a sudden global threat which you'll have to enlighten the world's leaders of. You will be told everything in the copter."
A group of Secret Service agents clad in black suits organizedly stood in front of seven helicopters, awaiting the arrival of the president.
The president arrived and was helped into the helicopter which was in between the six other helicopters. Schematically, the seven copters rose from the ground and began to fly West in a straight line.
"Mr President, are you familiar with the NSIDBR?" Agent K.Y asked while he pulled out a small computer tablet from the inner pocket of his suit.
"Of course. The National Scientific Institute of Dance and Biochemical Research."
"The institute had actuated a project which went haywire last month. A deadly virus was accidentally released into the population."
"My God!"
"Forty percent of the American population has been infected by the virus. An infected person becomes what is traditionally referred to as a zombie."
"My God! They are now mindless cannibals?!"
"No sir, they dance."
"Well that doesn't seem like much of a threat."
"They dance... The harlem shake."
"Ooh shiiit! This is worse than I thought. We're finished! We're done for!"
The agent gave the president two smacks on his two cheeks, "Sir, get a hold of yourself! The country needs you to be calm."
"Oh yes, yes," The president responded as he rubbed his red cheeks.
The entourage arrived above the U.N building, and only the president's copter descended onto the ground.
The president was led through the many scuttering reporters, jostling to get information from the president.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. Thank you. I call upon Professor Ryan Keystone, a researcher from the NSIDBR to enlighten us on the threat we face."
Two white-bearded men wearing white lab coats walked up to the platform. The older looking one grabbed the microphone and spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Professor Ryan Keystone, and here with me is my associate Professor George Taylor. Now, if you look at the projected image up there on the wall, you shall see the form of the problematic new virus called Harleminthine Shactora or HS. The virus is transmitted by mere skin-to-skin contact-"
"This is because it leaves a segment of itself in the epidermis of the host's skin before it passes into the bloodstream. The virus rapidly obliterates all antibodies and then moves into the brain of the host." Professor George cut in.
Professor Ryan continued at Professor George's momentary pause, "The HS virus, amazingly in a matter of seconds, deactivates the cerebrum through a process which is still obscure to us."
"Then, it places itself as the cerebrum, an action which enables it to fully control the host's body movements." Professor George interrupted again.
Professor Ryan stared at him with annoyance written all over his face.
"Since the virus somehow adapted to human environment and adopted the harlem shake song and dance, it causes the host's hippocampus, thalamus and other memory processing brain parts to only process the harlem shake dance." Professor Ryan now interrupted Professor George.
"This means that the infected person dances the harlem shake and sings it without having control over what they do." Professor George concluded the speech.
Professor Ryan impulsively gazed and yelled at Professor George, "What is wrong with you?! Can't you let me finish a speech for once?"
"Why should I stand here while you take all the glory?" Professor George defended.
"But we agreed that I'd make the speech" Said Professor Ryan.
"I lied"
The president who was backstage whispered to agent K.Y who was beside him, "Oh it's on."
"Sir, I think you'd better go address the issue."
"Don't be a party pooper K.Y. It's not often that you get to watch two professors fight in front of world leaders."
Back on the stage, the professors Began to push each other. Security went on to intervene. The two professors were dragged off the stage.
The president walked to the microphone and said, "We thank Professor Ryan and Professor George for their splendid performance up here. I had my money on the George guy."
The murmurs increased at the president's speech.
To be continued...
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