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A quadruple decker bus drives through the city, full of O2 molecules tired after a long journey. Two oxygen molecules are getting onto the bus - no one is standing.
(Narrator voice)
Hemoglobin - where oxygen molecules go to turn from oxyhemoglobin to deoxyhemoglobin.
O2-413b is reading an ad on the wall - “get deoxyhemoglobinated!!!!”
He leans back. “Not really the catchiest slogan.”
“Yo, look at this!” His friend O2-612x flopped down into a seat. “Dude, this is comfy!”
413b took a seat. Huh, it was nice. After such a long day, the iron seat was a very welcome sight. He closed his eyes and faded off to a contended sleep.
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Two oxygen molecules are on the hemoglobin bus. One of them, O2-323, is attempting to find a comfortable way to sit on the seats. He is failing.
“Bruh, this shit is actually diaBOLICAL” O2-323 stretches his legs across the hard, flat seats.
O2-727 bites her lip. “I get that the body’s been under stress lately, but…” She’s standing too.
O2-323 makes a fart noise. “No way - I hear in this day and age, they make iron supplements. The bus companies could just … spend $5 or so and a little bit of time - then we wouldn’t be trying to deoxyhemoglobinize while sitting on our butt nerves.”
O2-727 had to agree. The seats- benches really- were uncomfortable.
And then Katie ate broccoli and quinoa and a whole bunch of awesome neurotransmitters dropped, flooding everywhere and giving O2-323 and O2-727 water flotation therapy for their bad backs and everything turned out fine