Ozzy is knocked out asleep when he hears some weird noises. "Huh? Who's making all this racket!" He gets out of bed. "Whats all these noises? Cant they see im trying to get some shut eye here?" He stumbles through the hallway trying to find a bathroom. walks into what he thinks is a bathroom. " Man what time is it? AHHHHH!" " AHHHHH! JONES WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN IN MY ROOM!" "YOURE room, I thought this was a bath- AHHH! DUDE DUDE MY BAD, I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION AND...woah." He eyeballs Thrax for a moment. "Is this what you always do 6 in the mornin?" Thrax was standing there in his boxers and a tank top, lifting weights and with jazz music in the backgroud. "You walked in here, i should be asking you the same thing." " no way! You lift weights?" "How else would i be able to kick your ass? by eating McFranks all day? What are you doing here anyway?" Ozzy shuffled a bit feeling a bit nervous. "Well i heard noises and i got up to see what it was. And you wouldnt be kicking no bodies ass, if anything id kick yours." Thrax rolled his eyes am scoffed, "I wouldnt bet on it. Why are you still here?" "Well Since im up, might as well stay up." He says as he observes the weights and whatnot. Thrax sighed, "Can i help you Jones?" "Just looking, i had no idea that-" "That i could lift this much? You have alot to learn about viruses baby. What you thought i was a weakling?" "No, No, just didnt think youd be into being you know...fit." Thrax rolled his eyes and picks up a wieght and starts curling. Ozzy stood there wide eyed, he always thought he himself was strong but seeing Thrax lift 2 times his body weight put a shock in him. "Are you just gonna stand there and oggle or are gonna leave" Thrax asked him. "Pfft maan whatever. i just thought i should you know stay here and work out with you. you know get to know you better. All i know is you almost killed everyone." "fine. Catch." He hurled a weight at Ozzy. Ozzy caught it but fell to the ground. "Ugh! got anything lighter than a ton?" Thrax shook his head, "Weak immunity cell. figures. Here." He hands him a lighter one but was still a little heavy. "Hey i aint weak, i just dont press 230 daily. Thanks" he sat in a chair Thrax kept in his room and started to lift. "Yea what ever." He mumbled as he continued to lift in silence. "...so uh.. is that jazz?" Ozzy asked, trying to break the tension. "Whats it sound like?" "Oh i was just asking. You really seem to like it." "I guess." Thrax said still remaining silent.

Ozzy began to feel awkward again. "So..uh..why did you decide to stay?" "Well, it was that, death, or find another body to take down. Being as i was in a hospital full of health freaks with no deadly claw i decided to stay here. At least they gave me back my chain." "Oh yea that hypo- hippo- happ-" "Hypothalmus." "Right. Whats that for anyway?" "I kept Hypothalmus beads in there. Kept score." "I don't see why you keep it, cant use it anymore." Thrax stopped lifting and stared at Ozzy. "You see this? This little DNA bead comes from a little girl in Riverside California? Didnt like to wash her hands. Took me 3 whole weeks. And this one, This one lady in Detroit Motown? 6 days flat. Then theres this old guy in Philly, I killed him in 72 hours. Yeaaa i was getting stronger as i went along baby but i never set the record. Until Frank that is. I was gonna take in down in 48 hours, get my OWN chapter in the medical books. Till you came along." He started to lift again. Ozzy sat there kind of shocked. That's grins,"Close your mouth baby, youll catch flies." "Oh and why in all Frank do you insist on calling everone "baby" even he-cells!" "I dont know.. just kind of grown on me. Been saying it as long as i could remember. *chuckles a bit* I remember when i first started saying it, my pappy knocked me against my head for sayin to to my momma. She was asking me and my brothers what i wanted for dinner and i said," *fakes a high squeaky voice* "Porkchops baby! man my pappy gave me such a wallop. Then once when I was talking to my brother about "girls", *fakes high voice again* This girl in my math class was staring me down, and i started hittin her up baby! Man my brother thought i was batting for the other team. Pfft, look at me, talking to you like i known you my whole life." "Sounds like you had a cool family" "Nah, Mom and Pops split when i was 17, of course by then i was already grown so it didnt affect me much. But theyre still tight. Eventually worked things out."

Ozzy took in what he said. "17 huh? Wait how old are you?" "What is it to you? Older than you thats all you need to know." "Older? hahahah! you old fart!" "Yea yea, laugh it up. Not by much." Ozzy started laughing more, "HAHAHA! You old coot! Old timer! I beat a old man!" Thrax threw a dumbbell on Ozzy. "Older, but wiser baby. Im taking a shower. Get out." "Why? Youre all wrinkly?! HAHAHA!" He gets up holding his sides walking out of the room and starts walking to his own bathroom. "Woo boy..Thrax the big bad virus is a shrively old brute. I guess ill shower too, its almost 9. Oops left my phone in grandpas room. Hey gramps I left my-"

Since Thrax basically lived by himself, he thought why need a shower curtian? Mistake. As Ozzy was looking for his phone he happend to look up at the wroooong time. There Thrax was, just washing his hair, not a care in the world. Little did he know, the young cell could see EVERYTHING.

Ozzy wanted to scream but nothing would come out! He just stood there wide eyed as the 6'7 virus ran his claws through his purple dread locks. Muscles even more pronounced than normal! He wouldnt dare look any lower, he just couldnt! he whispered, "Holy...spit." the bathroom lights made everything 10 times worse, He looked at his own arms and chest in disgust.. Thrax being a virus he could feel and sense everything, he knew something wasnt right, but he didnt think much of it. he continued to rake his claws through his hair. Ozzy grabbed his phone and high tailed it out of there, knocking over a chair in the process. Thrax heard a noise and cracked his eyes open and he looked to his left then his right. "Joooooonessssss -_- " he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around hiself and charged into his room only to find a turned over chair. Thrax growled, "Jonesssssss" as he narrowed his eyes and went to his dresser drawer, got out some boxers and proceeded to his closet to get out his black pants. Ozzy was sprinting down the hallway, "Holy spit! holy spit! holy spit!" He suddenly hit something solid. "OOMF" Thrax looked down at him. "Jones" "Hey uh Thrax! Fancy seeing you here, i was just going to my room, and thats where i am, im not even here!" "I know you were there. Im not sure where but you were there." He grabbed Ozzy by the collar of his night shirt and observed Ozzys movements and gestures, he growled, "I dont know what youve done, I dont know what you saw; but i WILL find out." He dropped him and walked away. "oomf! oh spit what have i done." He walks into his room and gets in the shower.

"mmph, comin in here knocking over chair doing Joseph knows what, puh..cells these days" he finishes getting dressed and sat in the living room to wait. ~come on Osmosis, get a grip. Its not like you havent seen other guys; after all the shower in gym cla- noo, i wimped out of that. The showers and lockers at the police depart- no there were at least stalls. GET A GRIP, its JUST a VIRUS. ~ he gets out and puts on clothes. "Aight all set, ready Thrax?" He asked, avoiding eye contact. "Ive been waiting for a hour." He grabs his trench coat and strutted out the door, "Time to blow the scene... Uh Jones?" "What?" "How am i supposed to fit in this microscopic bug you call a ride?" "I dont know, just squeeze in, come on we got time to keep. If Drips can fit you can." Thrax bends over to step into the car. struggles a bit, decides to take matters into his own hands and dislocates both shoulders foward and gets in the car. Ozzy watched him, "Um,...doesnt that hurt?" "Just drive." Thrax commanded. Ozzy drove all the way to the supermarket occasionally glancing at Thrax seeing if he would do something. Ozzy got out and stretched, "Woo what a drive!" Thrax got out, slowly stood up and cracked his shoulders back into place? "Mmm, lets roll." He said as he flicked on his sunglasses, getting one last crick out of his neck. "Ugh, that sounds naysteh! Aight, lets see, to make things faster, you take a cart and i take a cart, and meet here in 20 minutes got it?" "Whatever baby" he just strolled away. Ozzy mimicked Thrax, "Whatever baby, peh! Viruses. Alright, Bread, meat, cheese, ohh! Cavity chips my favorite! Aight all done. Yo Thrax? Thrax?" "Why ya yelling, chill out." "Wha- Woa...why do you have all that?" Ozzy said eyeballing Thrax's cart full of food, pasta, sandwhich items, snacks, just outragous!. "What? a big boys gotta eat." Thrax smiled. Ozzy mumbled, "Yea a big idiot." "What was that baby?" Thrax shot him a look. "Nothing. Lets go." They checked out at the counter, and bagged all their things. Thrax carried everything by himself, not phased one bit. "Need any help?" Thrax just growled at him. "I guess not." Ozzy and Thrax packed all the things into the trunk. Thrax dislocated his shoulders again to fit into the passenger seat. Ozzy winced at him, "I wish you didnt do that" " And I wish you'd shut up." Ozzy started the car, "aight Aight, Chill out."

When they arrived they unpacked the food and sat in the living room. Ozzy stretched out on the couch, "woo! Long day." "It's only noon" Thrax commented. Ozzy rubbed his eyes and groaned, " I'm so beat" "Yea, yea. Whine whine whine. I thought the big bad germinator could handle a little shopping" he laid back on the couch. "I aint whining here, hey speaking of which why did you get so much food?" Thrax eyeballed him, "Your what, 5'6, 130 pounds give or take? You couldnt stomach half of it. You dont eat, you die, gotta keep my metabolism up. You know, the bigger you are the more food you need." "Im not that short, and i didnt graduate from school to keep getting schooled by a virus. And another thing, whats with you? Do you have any friends? Hobbies? Seems like all you do is sit in here like a loner." Thrax rolled his eyes, "I need a drink." He got up towards the kitchen! "I do have friends, they actually come over quite often. We watch the game, hang out, all that." "You? Sports? HAHAHAH! thats rich! HAHAHAHAHA! Woo boy" "Yes i watch sports. What, a deadly virus cant watch kidney-stone ball?" "Yes the big bad virus sits in here with his trench coat on, beer in one hand chips in the other and cheers on the Left Lung Cubs! HAHAHAH!" Thrax sat there straight faced, "I actually go for the Brain Stem Beavers..." Ozzy just laughed harder, "HAHAHA! THRAX, THRAX...WHAT EVER YOUR LAST NAME IS LIKES SPORTS! WOOO BABY THATS HILARIOUS!" "Yea yea, keep laughin. you aint gonna be laughin when the Beavers beat the Cubs next play offs" "Oh please, the Cubs can beat the Beavers with one membrane stem tied behind their back." We can bet on that. Want anything?" "Really its only 2 and your drinking?" "I can handle my booze, cant you? Here, catch." Thrax tossed a bile bottle at him. "Can you stop throwing stuff at me? Geez. Hm..Top Bile. Whered you get the money for this? You dont work" "The County gives me money to get the things i need, the only thing they pay for is rent and other facilities. So i decide hey why not slurge." "Why not.." He opened the bottle. "You know im not a big drinker." That's took a huge gulp, "Get over it." Ozzy took a sniff and made a face. hes never had something this..upscale. Hes only used to middle classed, staff drainage, or left overs from Franks last beer run with Uncle Bob. "Bottoms up then" he took a sip! "UGH!" He exclaimed, his eyes started to water. "this is strong! how do you stomach this mess!" "Im a virus baby, thats why." Ozzy coughed some, "Hm..not bad, not bad."

30 Minutes Later

"Loook..i dont care what anyone sayz..Kidney Rock is the best shinger of all MAN KIND!" Ozzy slurred. "J-joness..Your drunk...your too drunk..gimme the bottle.." He reaches out to take the bottle but misses falling on the floor. "N-n-no.. your too drunk.. Lookk at ya, your falling all ova the place" "No! Im f-f-fine, im fine, im El Muerto Rojo i dont need youuuuu." "yo, stop speakin..foriegn chinese, I-i dont know nuthin" he fell over the edge of the couch, his shirt flying over his head. "Its not chinese you dumb ass its..woa..why is your skin blue?" Thrax pokes at it with one of his claws and chuckled. "It's squishy" :3 "Hey hey! hands off!" "And if i dont?" He picked Ozzy up by the ankle bringing him up to eye level with him. "Whatta ya gunna do Jones?" "Woa, its fun bein at this height! Lemme go you ass!" "woa woa baby..wait hold on..." He paused then burped in his face. "Ewww gross!" Ozzy screamed wiggling free and lands on his face. "HAHAHAHAHA i lannded on my face" Thrax shook his head, "you light weight. You cant be as strong and handsome as meeeee~" "Oh please, im a gaffilion times better than you! Lets go! Arm wrestle! SCO! I AM ZE GERMINATOR." "Sounds like a gas baby, bring it on!" Ozzy started the countdown, "1.." Thrax proceeded, "Dos..." "3!" Ozzy tried his hardest to move thrax's arm, but it didn't budge. Thrax just laughed at him. "Hey your fly is down! Ozzy pointed out trying to push his arm down by trying to distract him. "Why ya lookin?" He slammed ozzys arm down hard. "Whose the Bad Booty Shakin Pickanosis now?" "Rematch! Re-*hiccup*MATCH! Grrr!" Ozzy attempts to rip his shirt likt the Hulk just like the one he saw Frank was watching one day, but only stretches the collar a little. Thrax shook his head, "M-m, you had enough" he hauled Ozzy over his shoulder. "Were gonna play another game." " AYE LEMME GO! I CAN WALK BY MY ALL BY MYSLEF!" Thrax pinned Ozzy to the bed. "Say it" "aye aye! let go i cant breath!" "I'll let you go when you say it!" "What is wrong with you? you like seeing cells in pain?" Thrax rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Oh yea i get totally high from it, Now say it!" "Say What?" "Say Big Daddy Thrax is the MOST deadliest virus in the world!" Ozzy struggles to get up. "NEVUR" Thrax pinned Ozzys arms behind His back, "Saaaay it, and ill let you go baby" "Big Daddy FART is the LEAST deadliest virus and the world and like BUNNIES!" Thrax snarls and throws him against the wall. "Wrong choice baby," he flares up his claw. Ozzy sobers up reaaal quickly and crawls against the corner, "N-n-n-now wait a minute, i was kidding man! loosen up!" "They mightve gotten rid of my poison but i can turn you inside out" he walks towards him grinning evily. "Wait no i- wait...turn me inside out? Bro i do not roll that way." "Huh?" He thought about and realized what he said. "naw naw naw baby thats not what i meant i mean-" "I knew it! Thats why you call everyone "baby" You are a-" Thrax held his claw up the Ozzy's neck. "I do NOT do that. One more peep about it and well both be dead. Got it Jones?" "Geez Geez relax, i was kidding." He pushed Thrax's claw away. "yo, im heading in." Thrax grabbed Ozzy by the arm, "Ah ah ah, not till you say it. well stay here all night if we have to." He sat on Ozzy, not putting all his weight on him, just enough so he couldnt move. "Lemme go! I gotta go to work in 4 hours!" "Your call." He pulls out a calus and starts filing his claws and starts humming "Fever" "Aw come on! I gotta gooooo!" Ozzy pleaded. "Sorry baby but you know what you have to do." "No way in BOB am i saying it" "well i guess we gotta sit here all night."

2 hours passed

"You give up?" Thrax murmured yawning occasionally. Ozzy was half asleep. "nneverrrrrrrrrr." "Hmph, i dont gotta get up in a couple of hours. Im comfortable riiiiiight here." He yawned. "Ill never say it, never..ne*yawn*ver...mmm" Thrax thought to himself, ~i guess ill just..rest my eyes for 2 seconds~ ZzzzZzzz...NO! mmm, i am getting tired. Baby do you give?...Jones?..Jones!" He slapped Ozzys face. Ozzy jumped awake, "NO LEAH GIRL! Heeeeyyyy get offa me." Thrax was almost asleep, "ZzzzzzzZzzzzZzzzz...never! Not till you say it."

6AM

Thraxs speech was slurred, "saaaaaaaayyyyyyy iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit"

Ozzy whined incoherently, "nooooooooooooooooooo.. HEY WAIT WAIT TIME IS IT?" He cracks his eyes open and looks at the clock. "HOLY SPIT! IM LATE! IM LATE!" He pushed Thrax off of him and sprints to his room. "Hey woa woa were you going?" "I gotta go to work!" He says running down the stairs one leg in his pants, tooth brush in his mouth, razor in his hand shaving his stubble and combing his hair. Thrax got up and went to his room to sleep "hehehehe have fun." Ozzy hopped in the car, "Come on Bessie!" He hollered As he zoomed out of the drive way, hitting some trash cans. "Finally" "Ah, Osmosis Jones. 10 minutes late I see." The Chief of Right Frank Police Department said. "Oh gosh im so sorry! traffic and the room mates and the say it! I couldn't get any sleep!" "Hey Hey, its okay, things happen. Do it again and im deporting you to the intestines." Ozzy gulped. "Hey, hey kidding Officer Jones, Kidding." "Just call me Ozzy."

Cheif: Well.. 'Ozzy', heres what we have. Last time we saw the cramps aka "the Locks", the were in the shoulder, now we dont know their where abouts, but were counting on you to put them into custody. Here. *gives Ozzy a folder* Read up on this and stop them. In the mean time, report here every other day to see what youve found. Are you familiar with the cop, Drixenol?" "Drips? Aw yeah! we stopped that killer virus together; saved everyone." "well, hell be working on the case aswell to give you help. Good Luck" "Like old times huh? aight." "So, hows thenews location? any room mates or anything" the chief asked. Ozzy started to get a little nervous. "...um..no no, just me. hehe" he rubbed his neck nervously. "Well good to see your settling in well. Hey Jones? Whats that on your ar-" Ozzy looked down and saga mark where Thrax demonstrated his powers on him. "Oh oh! umm.. just a little snag moving in, its fine really." "Well, good. See you Wednesday Jones. We have faith in you" "Well Thanks, ill get right on it."he walked out, but he waited till he was behind the doors till he just slid down the door and groaned. He rubbed his goatee, "This is gonna be along case." Drix bubbles beside him, "Hey Jones! Jones!" "Huh? oh hey Drips." "You hear? were gonna be partners again just like old times! Oh i remember the time at the Zit and-" "Drips...DRIX. chill cold pill, We got this. We handled Thrax, we can handle some small cramps." Drix looked him over. "Hm...Jones you look awful, whats up?" "Hm? oh, just didnt sleep well last night, was up all night with Thraa~If Drix finds out im living with the virus that almost took down Frank, i might loose my job!~-aaaaaachooo! Man, got a tickle in my nose." "Oh my, are you ok?" "Yea yea, probably just a little dust. Come on, we got some cramps to stop!" "Well ok, your place or mine? But i dont think we can go to mine. I have to get it fumagated. you know, the bubbles." Ozzy blurted out, "YOURS!" "Um...fumagation?" "We can hold our breath, come on!" He shoved Drix in the car, "GO GO GO" "WOA!" Ozzy floored it towards Drix's house. "Osmosis i dont think this is a good idea!" "Well be fine! Live a little!" "I think im gonna be ill..." "Oh uh uh, not my baby!" He slammed on the breaks. "Where here!" Drix gets out the car dizzy and disoriented! "Ozzy..i told you it wasnt a good idea." "What the Frank is up with yo house man?" Drix's house was covered in a big white sheet, and bio hazard guys all around. "Looks like its your place." Drix said looking at his house. "Aw spit.. fine fine just hold on i gotta make a call." He dails Thrax's number, "Hello?" "Yo" "Look a partner of mine is coming over and-" "Weeellll, when were you gonna tell me you old sheep" "No no no! Look its not funny! You gotta get out of there yo!" "Why baby?" "Look just go out somewhere, i aint losing my job over you now go!" "Everything alright Jones?" Drix asked. "Yea Yea Drix! Just my mother!" Thrax interrupted, "Look i aint goin no where" and hung up the phone. "AYE! Ugh spit..fine." Ozzy drove reluctantly to his home. Thrax hears the door handle jiggling and waits for the show to begin. "You wait out here, Ozzy ordered, "and ill go...uh..yea." He slammed the door. "Thrax! what the hell are you doing! Get out!" "I live here too baby" "If Drix even catches a whiff of you, hell freak and prolly do something crazy! "Pfft, he just all sugar and no punch." "Just go! just this once! ill do anything, ill do your chores all week, ill..ill...Ill.. say it. Just Gooooo!" He grabs Thrax's arm to get him to leave. "Fine, fine. but you owe me." He goes in his room and shuts the door. Ozzy sighed with relief. "Phew...Ok, Drips?" "It's Drix..with an "x"" "Whatever, so the cramps or "The Lock" was last seen at the shoulder and..."

Thrax started getting bored, so he turned on the tv but couldn't find anything to watch. "getting kinda hungry." He gets up towards the kitchen. "Hmm...these immunity cells dont know anything about viruses. We always have a back up infection hehehehe" he burns a hole through the door. Ozzy was explaining the plans and charts to Drix. "So now all we gotta do is build a border along the communitites to keep the houses safe then corner them" "Sounds like a good plan" Drix added until he heard a noise. "Hey Jones, what was that?" "What was what?" "That noise..sounded like..sizzling almost" Ozzy mumbles, "Thraaaaax..Um theyre rats!" "Rats?" "Yea rats! we gotta hide!" "Hide? Really?" "Did i stutter? come on! hide in here!" He shoves Drix in the hall closet. "You sure well be safe in here?" Drix asked. "Yea yea, rats cant...see through doors?" "Seems legit..now what do we do?" Ozzy got an idea. "Umm...Ill go out and uhh..fight them" "Fight the rats?" "Yea! You stay in here!" He peeks out of the closet and steps out. "But Ozzy wait!" Ozzy already slammed the door. Ozzy walked out to see Thrax making sandwiches."Thrax...what ever your last name is, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" "Well, look who came out of the closet? Making sandwhiches, you want one?" "NO i dont want one! Get out! Im working, i thought we established ground rules!" "No baby, I established ground rules" he finished making a 3rd sandwhich. "Just leaaaave! If Drix finds out ill-" Thrax interrupted him, "Welllll the old cold pill is out to play, lets let him in on the fun" he walked towards the hall closet about the burn it. "Fiiiiiiiiire bom bom bom, bom bom bom ow!" "Oh na na na wait a minute no fire!" He stood infront of the door, "I aint loosin my job" "How will you loose your job? No one knew i was living here when they stationed you here so it aint your fault baby." "Ohhhh quit calling me that! You do have a point but, you gotta go. Take what ever food you want, ill do anything!" Drix called out of the closet, "Osmosis? Osmosis? are the rats gone? Its getting late and i gotta get home" "He really aint the most coated pill in the bottle is he?" Thrax commented. Ozzy shoved Thrax to his room, "GOO!" "Fine Fine baby, but remember you owe me." He walked into his room humming a song DNA chain in left hand and 3 sandwhiches in the other. "Phew...Okay Drips the..um rats are gone" Drix peeked out the closet door. "Oh thank Frank, well good working with you Jones. We can get more work done In the office later." "Yea, bye Drips" "Uh its Drix, with a "x", seems like you keep forgetting that" "What ever, see ya." He closed the door and slides down the wall relieved..."THRAX!" Thrax was leaning against the stairs finishing his last sandwhich, "Yes?" "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" "Wrong with me? Whats wrong with you? Your the one flailing his membrane like he aint got no sense." Ozzy rubbed his goatee, "just move" he shoved pass him to get to his room. "Damn, somebodys touchy" Thrax commented, he retreated to his room. When Ozzy got to his room, he flopped on the bed, "Ugh..virus..He is right, i wouldnt get in trouble..but what if i got in trouble for not telling anyone? Ohhh spit spit spit! Why me?" He thought and thought until he just dozed off.