When you announce that you're about to take an X-ray in Bed 2, and I'm on the other side of the curtain in Bed 3 yelling "Hold on!" as I empty a foley bag, please don't go ahead and shoot the film anyway.
I haven't made my babies yet, and I'd really prefer them not to glow in the dark.
Next time, if you'd like, I'll happily run out of the room with a white flag in one hand and a sloshing urinal in the other, shouting "Don't shoot... I surrender," if it will fulfill your trigger happy fantasies.
Just please don't irradiate my junk.