A gold brick appeared at the medical bay.
"What's wrong with you this time, Collins?" the medical officer asked.
"I have a fatal disease, sir."
"What is it?"
"It's encephalitic digitaliscontaorbitalis inflam-monitis," fired away the man
bent on blinding the doc with his medical erudition.
"Nonsense," protested the doctor. "You wouldn't know whether you had that or
not. With that parti-cular disease, there's no discomfort of any kind."
"Good heavens!" the private gasped. "My symptoms exactly."