For years, the best minds in modern medicine had been trying to find out what was wrong with me. They’d ran every test that they could think of and drawn a blank.
In desperation, they sent me down the path of alternative medicine, but still they could not find the root cause, and therefore, they could offer no cure.
Finally, I bumped into an physicist, who quickly diagnosed the problem.
“You have a quark deficiency!”
“A what? I’ve never heard of that. Is that bad?”
“Not at all. Don’t worry. Your body compensates with an overabundance of strangeness and charm.”