A duck walks into a pub and waddles up to the bar.
“What will it be?” asks the barman.
“Got any bread” asks the duck.
“I’m sorry but I don’t. What’ll you have?” asks the barman.
“Got any bread” asks the duck.
“I just told you that I don’t. What’ll you have?” asks the barman, a bit peeved now.
“Got any bread” asks the duck.
“I’ve told you three times that I don’t have any bread. If you ask for bread again I’m gonna nail that beak of yours to the bar. What’ll you have?” shouts the barman.
“Got any nails?”
“Nope.”
“Got any bread?”
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