A woman walked in to the hospital.
“Quickly! I need to see an outern!” she said.
The nurse was confused. “You mean an intern?”
“Have it your way,” said the woman, “but I need a contamination.”
“Yes, quickly!” the woman said, clutching her stomach. “I want to go to the fraternity ward.”
“Surely you mean the maternity ward,” said the nurse.
“WHATEVER,” the woman shouted. “Outern, intern; contamination, examination; fraternity, maternity. All I know is that I haven’t demonstrated for nine months so I must be stagnant.”