“Yu are speking Inglish?” said Terry, “My translator is veri goot at recodnizing languides.”

          “Yes,” said John, “we need your compressor for your friend.”

          “Oh du yu meen Wiggle Woggle?” said Terry, “yes, I will give the Compreeor, but only if yu can get me the rok outside, I haven’t got mutch energi, and I can’t pik it up!”

          “Sure,” said John, “I’ll do that,”

          “Thank yu.”

          John went outside, and he found the rock that Terry was talking about. John picked up the rock, and collapsed, he felt much weaker, and he was faint, but he managed, to drag the rock inside.

          “Thank yu,” said Terry, “This is most cind,”

          “No problem,” said John, “can we have the compressor?

          “Yes, Hear is the comprsstor!” said Terry

          John took the compressor, and began the long journey back to Wiggle Woggle’s camp.

          “Hello?” John said, “are you there?”
          “Yes, I’m hear,” replied Wiggle Woggle.

          ” I brought the CO2 Compressor”

          “Thank yoo, I am apresiative, here’s the container for the sample that contanes the cur, yoo wil haive to extract it yourself.”

          “Okay, now-,” John paused for a breath; he was really tired and weak. “We can go back to the spaceship.”

          John got onto the space ship, and took off his space suit. He started vomiting, and felt very ill. Nevertheless, he continued with his research to extract the cure for the virus from the sample Wiggle Woggle gave him, and started to work on it.

          A few days in, John walked into the lounge to find Ice Cube spread out on the ground. John knew that Ice Cube was dying, so he decided to just leave him, and focus on his work, besides, one man to save an entire species, it’s a no-brainer. John walked back into his study, to find that the cure was nearly ready. John figured out that what he needed to refine the cure was Potassium Citrate. John didn’t have any of C6H5K3O7. So he had to wait until he got back onto Earth to get it.

          3 days later, John beamed into his house using the teleport that he ordered a few years ago. John knew by now that he had contracted the virus, and he was beyond curing, however, many people needed to be cured, and they weren’t beyond curing, so he figured out the formula to create the antidote: Ar5B2C2H3K2O6Pb3Rh5TiV2.

          John sent this formula to the UN and they received it, the cure was administered, and only 6,023 people died. Unfortunately, John Foofah was one of those 6,023. John fell down off his chair, he decided to write his will, and so he did, and left it near him. His last words were: “Thank Mars I saved the world.” He then decided to leave his website password to his best friend, Anthony, and also, destroyed the ship. John’s last action was to write the formula to neutralize the poison gas, and emailed that to the UN as well.

          John Foofah collapsed on the floor, and jerked once, then twice, then thrice, then he died. John Foofah’s genius was not wasted, for he gave his own life to save billions of other lives, for if he did not venture to Mars, get the antidote, and send it to the UN, then millions upon millions of people would’ve died. John Foofah was buried next to Albert Einstein.

          In the end, the drug was administered, and everyone was cured, and the formula to neutralize the gas worked, and humanity continued.