They know when I'm full of shit. They know when I have to urinate. They even know when I wouldn't mind farting. And then they see my crotch.
They are the technicians administering the daily radiation to my prostate gland, a process which should kill it and the cancer in it. Before they do it, I lie on a mold made of my pelvic area and they line up the three tiny tattoos I had for this with laser beams. Then they go in and do a low-dose MRI to target the prostate gland accurately. That's when they see all the inside stuff.
It's a little weird, but they are professional about it and when they do much of this they're behind glass and the jokes they make about me, if any, go unheard by me.
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