MINTY BOONGAH!!!

"I want to be moved to another ward," Roger demanded.
"We've been through this," the nurse said, patiently, "you're not going to be moved."
"Yes, and all I've heard from you lot so far is a load of rubbish. Now I
demand to be moved," Roger persisted.
The nurse turned to me and said: "Can't you persuade him?"
Before I could say anything, Roger started shouting.
"Yeah that's right, play them all off against me. I want to be moved and I want to be moved RIGHT NOW! The view from the window up here is crap."
The nurse sighed.
"As its been explained to you, you are on a specialist trauma ward with special facilities needed for your condition. To move you now would seriously jeopardize your health," she said.
"Absolute arse-cocking fuckpants!" Roger blurted, "You haven't even
asked me where I want to be moved to, yet."
The nurse sighed again, more loudly this time, and rolled her eyes.
"And where do you want to be moved to?" she asked.
"Gynaecology," he said.
She shook her head and stormed off.
"Well its not like I haven't seen it all before," he shouted after her.