The Cough Cure

Outside a pharmacy, in a busy street, a poor man is clutching onto a pole for dear life, not breathing, not moving, not twitching a muscle. He was just standing there, frozen.

The pharmacist, seeing this strange sight in front of his shop, goes up to his assistant and asks, "What's the matter with that guy? Wasn't he in here earlier?"

Assistant repies, "Yes he was. He had a terrible cough and none of my prescriptions seemed to help."

Pharmacist says, "He seems to be fine now."

Assistant says, "Sure he does. I gave him a box of our strongest laxatives on the market. Now he won't dare cough."