Mrs Matheson goes to the doctor complaining of abdominal discomfort. The doctor gives her a full examination. When it's done the Doctor talks about the test results.
"Well, we've narrowed your illness down to three possibilities, Mrs. Matheson," he says. "The first possibility is that you may be constipated."
"Oh I don't think that's possible, Doctor," Mrs. Matheson replied. "I'm very regular. 8:45 every morning," she stated proudly.
"I see," said the doctor as he took notes. "Well, the second possibility is that you might be pregnant."
"No, that can't be it either," she shook her head. "I've already had my tubes tied. I can't get pregnant."
"Hmm, well that leaves only one other possibility," said the doctor. "Mrs. Matheson, I'm afraid you have worms."
"Worms?!" she exclaimed, horrified. "Are...Are you sure??"
Sure enough, deep in the woman's stomach were three worms, listening to the conversation.
"Hey, did you hear that?" asked one of the worms. "They're on to us!"
"Shhhhhh!!!" shushed the second worm. "I'm trying to hear what they're saying!"
The doctor spoke in a consoling voice. "Now please don't be alarmed, Mrs. Matheson. Now that we know what the problem is, I can prescribe a very effective medication that'll kill those worms dead!"
Upon hearing this, the three worms were in a quandry over what to do about it.
"We can't stay here in the stomach! We've got to hide somewhere! I'm going to hide up by the heart. I should be safe there."
"Not me," said the second worm. "I'm going to hide behind the liver! That's the safest place!"
The third worm had remained silent up to this point. "You guys do what you want," he said. "I'm taking the 8:45 outta here!!"
"Well, we've narrowed your illness down to three possibilities, Mrs. Matheson," he says. "The first possibility is that you may be constipated."
"Oh I don't think that's possible, Doctor," Mrs. Matheson replied. "I'm very regular. 8:45 every morning," she stated proudly.
"I see," said the doctor as he took notes. "Well, the second possibility is that you might be pregnant."
"No, that can't be it either," she shook her head. "I've already had my tubes tied. I can't get pregnant."
"Hmm, well that leaves only one other possibility," said the doctor. "Mrs. Matheson, I'm afraid you have worms."
"Worms?!" she exclaimed, horrified. "Are...Are you sure??"
Sure enough, deep in the woman's stomach were three worms, listening to the conversation.
"Hey, did you hear that?" asked one of the worms. "They're on to us!"
"Shhhhhh!!!" shushed the second worm. "I'm trying to hear what they're saying!"
The doctor spoke in a consoling voice. "Now please don't be alarmed, Mrs. Matheson. Now that we know what the problem is, I can prescribe a very effective medication that'll kill those worms dead!"
Upon hearing this, the three worms were in a quandry over what to do about it.
"We can't stay here in the stomach! We've got to hide somewhere! I'm going to hide up by the heart. I should be safe there."
"Not me," said the second worm. "I'm going to hide behind the liver! That's the safest place!"
The third worm had remained silent up to this point. "You guys do what you want," he said. "I'm taking the 8:45 outta here!!"
