3 GMs walk into a bar.
After several weeks' worth of dealing with complaints, tending to bans, and having to explain basic things over and over again, they decide to drink copious amounts of fermented vegetable drinks at their nearest watering hole (Bitterstone Brewery) to dim the senses a tad and forget their burdens.
A scantily-clad woman, who works at the bar, makes sure to tend to their every whim: drink, company, sharing a joke (and laughing at their bad ones) - allthewhile making sure to smile at them now and then.
GM 1: This is just what we needed, lads!
GM 2: Yeah! I can't believe noone's bothered us with RoR talk
GM 3: Makes a change. We should come here more often, the customer service is amazing!
The scantily-clad lady - someone they recognised but couldn't quite get a name on it - invited the 3 GMs into the VIP room (usually reserved for leaders of the prestigious Bitterstone Thunderers), and gave them a /dance.
GM 1: How much will that be?
Lady: Nothing! Free of charge for so prestigious a group of gentlemen as you are!
GM 2: This is too good to be true!
GM 3: Surely there is something we can do for you? You've given us free alcohol, a free lapdance for each of us, and have entertained us and graced us with your company.
Lady: Well...there is one thing...
GM 1: Sure! Anything!
GM 2: Go ahead! Name your price, and we shall pay!
Lady: Well...can you give my ban appeal a second evaluation?! It's just I feel I was unfairly discriminated against, and that there is nothing wrong with my name as I am a gas man in a gas company!
