A woman visits CVS to see her mandated mid-wife after the city-wide mandatory Christmas holiday.

"G-day, mum. How's the nutmeg for the headaches? Still not pregnant, I see. Well hang in there, dear, I'll mark you as compliant, just remember the mandrake root under your bed and...", the store's registered apothecary interrupts, barging in close enough to breath on the woman.

"Well, nice of you to drop in, Miss Boyle. Funny thing, I had a look through all that old medical data that the computer witch dumped online. It's all over Christ News Network, I'm sure you've heard. Well, wouldn't you know it, I found your scripts for contraceptives. Would be a real shame if the inquisitor got wind of that now wouldn't it?"

He chuckles sinisterly and gestures towards his tugged open apron pocket. The woman smiles coyly and glances around before dropping in two pieces of eight, then starts to hurry out.

"Oh, and about those anti-depressants? A good Christian woman like you wouldn't be toiling with any demons, now would she?"

She stops to look through her purse.

"That's right, cough it up, maybe next week we can talk about those sleep meds. A nice lady like you wouldn't be up late -- that is, if she weren't up for a sabbath with Ole' Horny, right?"