Potter stormed onto the Orthopaedic ward with a cry “If any of you mofos move, I’ll execute every last one of you.” Maxine looked up from her paperwork, “Linda, is it going to be one of those nights?”
Potter stuck her nose in the air with a mischievous wink; “No idea what you mean, chuck.” “Well,” Maxine began; “Matron is on the warpath tonight, so be careful.” Linda with a flighty shrug presented her posterior and said “If she has a problem, she can kiss this!” Maxine sighed deeply while Maria laughed loudly, for Matron was stood right behind Linda.
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 
