It’s probably a head cold. 
 
Unhappiness breeds from flu-like abundance. That’s about it.  
A common cold means at least a dozen things or more.  
An embedded satire about too much, just too much, and... 

You know what I think?  
 
A physical being hears what one wants, has a fever and takes in a lot  
Guessing this was a sample.  
 
And service areas are where we drive satire home and choose.  
Our upper hand is no joke. Correction, our lassitude is.