Like a sneeze, sin feels good at first, but it leaves a huge mess.

I seem to be allergic to whatever that terrible smell is,' said Gateman when the urge to sneeze had finally subsided.'What terrible smell?'The air,' said Gateman. 'It smells...Different.'That's called oxygen,' said Professor Boxley. 'Freh air. No cars, no buses, no factories; just pure, clean oxygen.

Once upon a time, I wish I had sneezed. The end.

(Responding to a sneeze from the audience) Who exploded?

For any creative thought to be contagious, it must first be worthy of a sneeze.