Reminds me a bit of the story of the hunter who accidentally hit a deer with his car. As he stood looking at the deer's body on someone's front lawn, the someone came up and thanked the hunter for giving him a deer.
"It's mine," said the hunter. "It hit my car."
"It's mine," said the landowner. "It's on my property."
With neither side budging (and neither side wanting to call the cops), the landowner finally suggested they solve it with back-home justice.
"What's that?" asked the hunter.
"That's where each of us kicks the other in the nads three times. Whoever's standing at the end can take the deer."
"Sounds good to me," said the hunter. "You first."
So the landowner gives him one hellacious kick in the groin. The hunter falls to his knees, then stands up, breathing very carefully.
Another kick, this one that lifted him two inches off the ground. He collapsed into a ball and got up a couple of minutes later, gasping for air with tears streaming down his face.
Third kick... I think something got launched into orbit. Five minutes until the hunter can take a breath, five more until he can get to his knees, and five more until he can stand.
"Okay," he wheezed, "My turn."
"Nah, you can have the deer," said the landowner, who turned around and walked into the house.
Yep... about as pointless and illogical... other than defending your valor. Hurts, don't it?
At least you won....
