You are a SCIENTIST.
You and your lab assistant have been tasked to find a CURE FOR HUBRIS.
After months of backbreaking SCIENCE MONTAGES, you think you have finally done it!
You cured HUBRIS ITSELF. You are quite proud. You fail to see the irony in this.
Like any reasonable man of science, you forego all testing and drink it yourself.
You are now the lab assistant, you have to call the president.
"Mr. President, we're fucked. Its-"