That's not how it works...

The five of us went to the chiropractor tonight. After Nolan was adjusted, he climbed off the table and flexed his biceps. He gave one a squeeze, gave a loud, satisfied grunt, and marched out of the room. 

I'm not quite sure if he understands what chiropractic adjustments do....

Sam got adjusted, stood up, and farted. He commented that everything must be lined up correctly now. Bless Dr. Waswick. He laughed just as hard as the boys.