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"Prostate seems OK," she said casually as he dropped the gloves into a nearby hazardous waste container.

"Jesus," I squeaked, still sprawled across the examination table. "You are a sadist."

"Ach!" she growled, turning on the faux German/Nazi accent all Panzer’s nurses used behind the Doctor’s back. "Miserable cringing coward! We hef no such weaklings in zee fatherland, I'm telling you."

I was too busy experiencing my throbbing prostate to either continue the conversation or pull up my pants. Nurse Ransbottom waited all of 30 seconds - for courtesy's sake, I suppose - and then loudly called for the Good Doctor. Before I could even begin to reach down, I heard the door behind me swing open.

"There’s a postcard. Thanks, Dennis."