When I was 10, my parents took me to the hospital for an enema. The zoo would have been nicer.
The doctor and nurses had to subdue me while I was screaming:
“I have no bum! I have no bum!”
They did not believe me.
Doctors always have posterior motives.
note: I fear I may have become an enema combatant.
double note: for cleansing coffee enemas, I recommend a drip, no whip and an extra shot.