Piers Morgan enters a small pharmacy in the outskirts.

He wears a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up, and a fedora low on the eyes.

A quick look reassures him that no other client is in the shop, and he leans on the counter, gesturing the pharmacist to come closer.

Piers whispers: "I'd like two boxes of Viagra, please..."

The pharmacist looks at him, thinks, then asks: "Viagra? For what?"

"Er... But... You know..."

The pharmacist shakes his head and says: "Ain't gonna work for you..."

"Ain't gonna work for me? Why???"

"Them blue pills fix dicks, not assholes..."