All of a sudden a giant burly man walks in and slaps Ray so exhausting that he falls off the stool.
“That was a karate chop from Korea,” says the large man proudly.
Ray sighs, will get up and brushes the mud off his garments, sits down on the stool and continues to drink his beer.
All of a sudden he will get hit so exhausting that he flies into the wall.
“That was a kung-fu chop from China,” chuckles the large man.
Ray had had sufficient. He will get up, brushes off the mud and calmly leaves the pub.
After about an hour he returns, walks up behind the large man who’s now sitting on the bar, and whacks him so exhausting behind his ear that he blacks out.
Ray appears to be like on the bartender and says:
“When he will get to, why don’t you inform him that was a shovel from the ironmongery shop in Houston.”
