Axl felt "funny:" headache, body aches, sore throat.
His home test said "covid," as did a test at a doctor's office.
Soon the entire band and all their entourage had covid.
Those who'd not been vaxed were soon bed-ridden; Billy was one of them.
Axl had taken the needles so his symptoms were transitory.
Axl peered down at Billy who was bare-ass naked, sweating profusely and groaning; then Billy went into convulsions, his body rising and falling violently.
Axl noticed a rip open up in Billy's stomach: tiny hands gripped the gash and out from inside Billy crawled a little man with something large and latex in his hand; standing on Billy's sternum he draped the latex construction over himself.
Axl gasped: the little man was festooned in a penis costume.
As Billy bled out Axl used his i-phone to video the little guy, who started to tap dance and do back flips.
Impressed and seeing a financial opportunity, Axl tried to capture the imp by covering him with a Ball jar, but failed; angered, the little guy squirted a viscous substance onto Axl's face.
Axl screamed in mortal agony as his face began to dissolve.
Dying, Axl shook the little prick's tiny paw and thanked him and the little prick told him he was welcome.
Axl chilled before his date with St. Peter, a date which did not end well for him at all.