O'Malley retired from the British Army and got a job as an orderly in Brocton
Prison hospital. On his first day he met up with an old school pal from Kilkenny.
'Mick,' said his classmate, 'I want you to keep a severe eye on the feller
in bed number three.'
'Why's that?' asked O'Malley.
'Well,' said his chum, 'he's been here a month. Already he's had his tonsils
removed, his adenoids removed, and his appendix removed. I'm beginning to suspect
he's smuggling himself out bit by bit!'