Ann: WE5 Production Test Update, page-97

I can just imagine the conversation at the nursing home in 20 years.

"Nurse, nurse. My nappy is wet!"
"No, it's not. You're imagining things again."
"It is! I can smell it."
"That's because you farted."
"I'm not talking about the gassy smell, you silly woman. It's bloody wet. My nappy."
"Ok, ok. Calm down. I'll check it for you."
(Sound of velcro ripping)
"See, it's dry."
"I don't believe you."
"You want to smell it?"
"Of course, I do."
"Here, then."
(sniff sniff)
"You bloody well switched it!"
"Switched what?"
"The nappy! This isn't the nappy I was wearing!"
"Ok, give it here. We need to put it back on you."
"You switched the nappy, didn't you?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You bloody well did."
"There, nice and snug. I've got to go and check on the other residents now. I'll see you at morning tea, ok?"
"Come back here this instant!"

Ten minutes later.

"Nurse, nurse. My nappy is wet..."