Harold was in his favorite deli, when he
started whining.

His waiter, the unfortunate person who
drew the short straw, went to his table.

“This food tastes terrible. Make it again,”
demanded Harold.

“No problem,” said the waiter, clearing the
table.

Still dissatisfied, Harold asked to
speak to the cook.

“There’s something wrong with this
food,” he said, pointing at his dish.

“There’s nothing wrong with the food,”
said the cook. “You work for the Death
Department, don’t you?”

“It’s the DEFENSE DEPARTMENT,” said Harold,
glaring at the man.

“Well, from now on, everything you eat here,
will taste like WAR. Bon Appetit.”

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