The Beginning of WTF

We sat for a couple hours waiting for the vaccine to kick in. Angie was sure that it was causing her ovaries to rot (as she told us several times), but after giving her more whiskey, she eventually just sat on the couch and sang more Irish-sounding songs, eventually retiring to the floor.
I looked over at Willy, who was sitting on the other side of the couch. "Now what?" I asked.
"Well, you guys aren't dead. That's a start. What do you think we should do?"
"We probably should have called the cops about two hours ago, although I imagine if the virus is as bad as you say, someone has called them by now."
Willy scratched his hat. "Let's watch the news. Someone would have mentioned if the city was infected."
I grabbed the remote and turned the input from "Contra" to cable.
I turned it off shortly after seeing the helicopter view of the University, the lawns scattered with bodies and flames shooting out of various buildings.
Kate spoke up. "I think you cornholed Minneapolis, Willy." She smiled, breaking into a giggle. "Get it? Willy cornholed Minneapolis? Ha!"
Willy just blinked. "I think I'm supposed to cry and ask God 'Why me?'" He scratched his hat again, looked down, and rubbed a spot off of his boot. "I hope my laptop is still there."
I sat up from the couch. "Hey, Willy! Can you make more of that vaccine?"
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think so. The supplies are all in there, unless they are all busted up."
I turned to Angie, who was still humming while lying on the floor, using one of my boots as a pillow. I didn't care; I never polished mine. "Hey! ANGIE! WAKE UP!"
She rolled her head across the toe. "Yeeeeeessss?"
"Didn't you take a few lessons in flying?"
She poked her tongue out of the side of her mouth while thinking. "Yep, I did that. I definitely did that."
"Could you fly a helicopter?" I asked.
She poked her tongue out of the other side of her mouth and blinked at me. "Yep. Maybe. No. Kinda."
"What??"
"I said YES.... kinda."
"If we all stole a helicopter and you drove it, would we die on takoff, flight, or landing?"
She stared at the ceiling and sighed. "Propbably not. I mean, Jebus Christ. All I gotta do is get the damn thing within twelve feet of the ground, and if it drops, we probably won't die. It's not like it's rocket science. It's just.... Helicopter science." She giggled.
Willy and Kate both just stared, one of those blank looks that spoke volumes of confusion.
Kate reached over, grabbed an ice cube from a glass, and threw it at me. "What's your point?"
"Well, if Willy could make a whole bunch of vaccine, and I could make the charge that dispersed it into crowds, we could contain this thing, if we can sober Angie up and find a helicopter."
Willy took his thinking pose: sitting back with his legs and arms crossed with a finger in his nose. "That could actually work. I'm pretty sure that the vaccine can be airborne."
"Well, I think we need to get you to your lab!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.
Willy and Kate jumped up too. "Frabjous!" Kate said.
Angie giggled again. "CRAB JUICE!" She yelled.