I fancy the idea of being a COVID marshal. I can see myself swaggering down the high street in my stetson tipped back on my bald head looking for baddies like that Clint Westwood out of them pasta westerns.

If I see any more than six miscreants gathering together they'll get both barrels from my Colt 45. This town ain't big enough for any more than six and if they ain't got that message they'll have to learn the hard way.