"DON'T JOKE ABOUT CATHETERS! It's part of the whole oath thing! It's like 'no assisted suicide', 'have illegible handwriting' and 'don't joke about ramming something inside anyone's urethra' ... which might even be 'don't stick anything in anyone's dick unless their lives depend on it'!" Max howls, visibly shaken. He finds his glasses and hastily puts them on, both hands going to his crotch as soon as possible. "You've scarred me for LIFE."

He collects his baggy of crapola and starts backing away from Lisa.

"I hope you didn't like WORKING IN THE MEDICAL PROFESSION. Because you're going DOWN, missy!" He sputters. Really, it was the fact that he had know interest in seeing his goods that's upsetting. Injured, injured pride. And, really: her loss. Because Max is totally hung like a stallion.