A man is feeling knackered after a stressful day at work. In fact, he works at a very high-stress company, and it is making him feel pretty ill. He comes home and tries to relax, but as soon as he has got comfortable, there is a knock at the door. He goes to answer it, and standing in front of him is a SIX FOOT FUCKING ANT.
The oversized ant punches him in the stomach, and runs off.
The next day the man is feeling even more awful after work, and again he tries to relax when he finally gets home. But suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Feeling wary, the man edges open the door, when SMACK, the six foot ant is there, kicks open the door, knees him in the balls, and runs off.
By now the man is seriously ill, he is getting no sleep, and is plagued by this six-foot fucking ant knocking on his door and beating the shit into him. He can't tell the police, either - I mean, they wouldn't believe it. So anyway - the ant comes around, again, after the man has finished work, and this time, it belts him around the head. It runs off again. The man feels fucking awful, and, worrying he may have concussion, calls a doctor out. The doctor listens patiently to all the poor bloke's woes and strife over the past few days, and after a short pause, he says:
"Yes... didn't you know? There's a nasty bug going around."
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(continuation past the point of 'really bad', to 'awful')
Later, the big ant was found beating up a chip shop owner and was arrested for assault.