Outside a pharmacy in a busy street, a poor man is clutching onto a pole for dear life, not breathing, not moving, not twitching a muscle, just standing there, frozen. The pharmacist goes up to his assistant and asks: "What's the matter with that guy? Wasn't he in here earlier?" Assistant replies: "Yes he was. He had the most terrible cough and none of my prescriptions seemed to help." Pharmacist says: "He seems to be fine now." Assistant replies: "Sure, he does. I gave him a box of the strongest laxatives on the market. Now he won't dare cough!