My stomach began making a series of digestive noises.
In my peripheral vision I saw Doc H turn and look at my stomach as it rumbled away. I knew what was coming...
Doc H: Is that your stomach?
Me: Yes. What do you want me to do about it? (Fully expecting a full press razing from him)
Doc H: My God! It sounds like a symphony!
Me: (Surprised, rubbing his arm nicely and smiling) Awe! Thank you! That was nice and unexpected!
Doc H: (Chuckling)...Not like the good part of the symphony... Like the warm-up... The bad part.
Okay. That's more like it.