If anyone deserves to loose their original sense of smell and taste...
Picture the scene, Baby G emerges from his covid duvet den, to take a few faltering steps toward his usual snacky snack - a whole rotisserie chicken. He lifts the carcass to his lips, pulls them back preparing to swallow the bird whole, but wait, what's that strange new smell...oh no, no, no, noooooo. A foul (fowl!! pun intended) aroma fills his nostrils, enveloping his senses leaving him unable to continue. The chicken is discarded, panic levels rising Geffinator sets out to find something, anything, he can stomach the smell of. Bacon, nope, ham now repugnant, sausages...no! A whole rack of lamb, a duck, steaks and even a haggis all now unacceptable. "How can this be?!" he wailed to an increasingly nervous looking Morris. Blocks of cheese hurriedly bunged into the airfryer, retrieved bubbling away like Satan's special brew and smeared onto garlic bread. Alas, still no good!
Gagging, the Geffbot3000 wildly scans the perimeters of his catacombs kitchen, and in the darkness he spots the odd box of vegetables... surely not he thinks, surely it hadn't come to this.
It had. In fact all that was now acceptable to his new covid brew taste buds, was raw brocoli and stewed lentils. Little did he know it would be thus forevermore.