[user104658]

If I had ebola and I knew it was the end, I'd spend a few days harvesting a couple of pints of blood, go and stealthily paint it all over the wooden surfaces at Westminster, jump on the tube, arrive at Katie Hopkin's house, snort some black pepper, then sneeze repeatedly in her face. Just for laughs. Then I'd cough up my lungs on her floor in a bloody mess spelling out "Who's trolling now, Katie??" and, with a happy gurgle, die.