Every night, a man walks into a bar. He orders three Guinness drafts and slugs them down... After a few months of this, the barman asks, "what's up with your drinking three beers right away, and then going home?"
The man replies, "I have two brothers in Ireland. When we were growing up, we all vowed to drink together no matter what... If one of us was not present, the others would drink his beer. Since I live here and my brothers still live in Ireland, I have to drink three beers every night..."
A few months later, the man comes in and orders two Guinness drafts and slugs them down... The barman, knowing this tradition, approaches the man and says "I'm sorry for your loss..."
The man replies, "What do you mean?"
"Well," says the barman, "You only ordered two drinks, this must mean that one of your brothers died..."
"Oh no, no, no! My brothers are fine... It's just that I quit drinking..."
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""...when you capture spoils from the enemy, they must be used as rewards, so that all your men may have a keen desire to fight, each on his own account""
- Sun Tzu
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- Zhuang Zi