There was one virus named Cyrus whose job it was to kill. But fortunately for most, he remained a ghost and could be cured by taking a pill. He made some cough, he made some choke, but at the end of the day most were still ok.
When it's all said and done, and your stocked up TP is put up, just enjoy those 400 million sheets for all that you can. because foolery like this only comes around once in this land
So before it's all done, go eat a burger and poop. The paper is waiting patiently to help you clean up your dook.
