a customs agent took me into a back room dragging my suitcase with me. he says, take off your shirt. and then what do you have under the cast? i says, nothing. i am shouting to him -- >> i'm injured. >> he feels that i am tightening my stomach and he says, loosen up, loosen up. and i don't. and he slaps me in the face. i thought, oh, this is serious. he gets out these pliers and he feels a rustle. he shouts -- >> drugs. drugs. >> and a doctor comes and he just cuts the cast off.