"Me and Tommy," Bob began, "were over at your beach house while our wives were doing last minute Christmas shopping. We were drinking beer, eating chips, and on your big screen, we were watching The Raiders play the Giants.

Suddenly, a man broke in through the kitchen window, opened your refrigerator and removed a bottle of French champagne. We only drink this when no beer remains, but Tommy was worried. 'We should call 911', he said. This would have been a good idea, but the intruder saw us, and he brandished a murderous looking gold walking stick.

"Are you and Tommy ok?"

"Tommy and I are ok", Bob replied, "but the medieval manuscript fence we flattened is in police custody.