Not for the squeemish.

I recently had quite a bad cough. A friend recommended that I take some laxative pills; he guaranteed that it would stop my cough. It works; the last thing you want to do when you've taken that stuff, is to COUGH.

When I was an irresponsible, care-free, wag-about-town-schoolboy, we would secretly give large pieces of ex-lax chocolate to small lap-dogs as they walked around town with their matronly owners. Toy Poodles were a favourite, but Chihuahuas, Pekinese, or anything that permanently shivered would have done. The effects were quite rapid, and the bemused matrons extremely embarrassed; especially if the dog's bowels responded whilst actually inside a shop.

I hope you can picture the young Cro giggling away behind his hands. Naughty boy.