Sickest I ever got was when my 3 month old played the role of Typhoid Mary over Thanksgiving and at my grandmother's 90th Bday party six years ago . . . I was sick that night after the party- sitting on toilet and vomiting into the tub. Then the wife got it. Then two cousins who held the baby at the party. Then my sister and her two daughters on their flight home. Once a few people from the party got sick, we figured out who the cause was for our misery.
Meanwhile the baby, who had never been a complainer just had messier diapers and had got me with a projectile spit up (later I figured it was vomiting, not spitting up) without really crying . . . while the adults were just like, 'let me die already.'
Weird, now that I think about it if there was a holiday I got sick it was always Thanksgiving.
Were the old sculpt Stormcrow/Ryoken B arms never put in the scrapyard?