Me> You know Rub A Dub Dub?
Me> Three men in a tub?
Me> The butcher-
Husband> The baker and- who was it again?
Me> The candlestick maker, yeah. Now, if they’re at sea several weeks they’ll get pretty hungry, so they’ll probably have to eat one of them. You know: instead of all three dying of starvation, only one dies.
Me> Of cannibalism.
Me> Well, it’s pretty obvious who’s going to be on the menu.
Husband> It is?
Me> Of course! It’s going to be fillet of candlestick maker. Because there’s no call for candles in modern society.
Husband> Well, I don’t know. The candlestick maker might-
Me> Shed some light on the situation? Hur hur hur. Hurhur.
Husband> Jesus, there’s always one.
Husband> Wait- what about the baker?
Me> No. It’s feasible – perhaps improbable but still within the bounds of possibility – that the baker might somehow procure the raw materials to make bread and therefore feed the other two.
Husband> I think that’s pretty unlikely.