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It was a normal day in Bigg City. The Star Tugs, and Z-Stacks were working around the harbour. Hercules, number 6 of the fleet, was out at sea, pulling a liner. Unbeknownst to him and the liner, the liner was harboring a virus in her lower decks. Despite this, the liner seemed fine, as the ocean-going tug docked her into the harbour.
"Thank you Hercules," The liner purred, as she dropped anchor. "You'll be receiving a handsome tip for your work." Hercules smiled, giving the liner a whistle.
"No problem m'dear," He called, as he steamed away to the Star Dock. Work went on as usual for the Star Tugs, while the liner slept. She didn't know why, but she felt extremely tired, and the sun made her eyes hurt. So, she slept the whole day.
When the sun set, and the night fell, however, the liner awoke. She felt... very sick. The liner didn't know, but the previously dormant virus had awakened, and it wouldn't be long before the virus devastated her system, and the rest of Bigg City Port...