A consulting room. Somewhere in Boston. Professor Black (dressed in doctor’s coat) is waiting for his next patient. Meg Jones enters stage right.
PB: Good morning, Meg.
MJ: Sorry we kept you up so late last night.
PB: That’s OK, Meg. You’re quite the most beautiful patient we have ever had. How are you feeling?
MJ: Fine. I still have my retail therapy lobe don’t I? It seems to be working very well.
PB: We always try to preserve that, particularly in young ladies who bring their mothers to Boston.
MJ: And my pyjama wearing lobe?
PB: I am sorry. That was too fundamental so we couldn’t do anything about that. So you will still need to wear your pyjamas during the day and will need regular scans. But we have managed to remove your tumour and don’t think you will need further therapy, except of the retail kind.
MJ: Would that be a tumour with a ‘u’ or without?
PB: Oh definitely with. We have successfully removed it all, even the ‘u’.
MJ: Thank you. You’re my superman.
PB closes the file and smiles broadly. MJ exits stage left. Lights dim.