Excellent rebuttal. That reminds me of this one time, back in the old country, there was this young fella. Fit as a fiddle and strong as an ox he was. But dumb as a carnation. Took his time when speaking though, which you don't see much these days, because everyone is in a rush rush rush with their fancy cars and their mobile telephones. Well anyways, this young fella, like i was saying, he was the strongest man around those parts. Which is quite something, because it were farming country you see. Lots of strong folks out that way. Lots of mountain folk too, though they're a different type of strong. So this young fella, he was the strongest for a long way around. Near down to Cubberford, which was a good long distance by foot, though only an afternoon by steam carriage. And shorter still as the crow flys. Though we weren't crows, or steam engines for that matter, so a good long way it was. So any ways, this young fella, he said to me. 'Broker' he said, on account of that being me name. 'Broker...do you think i should ask Mary to the harvest dance?'. Well, you could have blown me over with a feather! Slow Ox Andy (we called him that on account of him being so slow, and strong), asking Mary to the dance! 'Andy' I said, on account of that being his name, 'Andy, do you mean Mary, from down Roburton way?'. He shook his head, real slow like, on account of him being so slow. 'Mary from Huttensby, pretty Mary the inn-keeps daughter.' Well, i didn't know what to say. Mary from Huttensby! Pretty Mary the inn-keeps daughter. She'd been crowndd queen of the harvest two years running! And poor Slow Ox Andy, nice enough fella, and strong as an ox, but terrible slow. Why, it almost made me want to laugh! But its no good to laugh at matters of the heart, particular as Andy were such a nice fella, like I mentioned, though terrible slow. Remjnds me of the other fella. Steve he was, though most folk called him black Steve, on account of both his profession, and his temper. Steve were a coal man, you see. Kept the steam locomotive workin by shoveling the coal. Made him mighty strong, much like Slow Ox Andy to be true, but aldo mafe him terrible dirty. No one called him black Steve to hus face though, because of that temper I mentioned. One man did once, i heard, a fella from down Byrock way. And black Steve, well, he took to him with his shovel! He was regular carrying a shovel, ya see, due to his profession. So he tokk to this Byrock man with his shovel, and left him with a dirty great scar on his head for his trouble, all for calling him black Steve! Most folked called him shovel Steve after that, just to be on tge safe side, though he weren't to find of that name either. Any way, so thus one time, black Steve, or maybe i should say shovel Steve, were out for a drink after a day on the loco. Powerful thirsty work that must be, standing that close to the fire. So out for a drink he was, when he over heard a conversation between Harry the wainwright and Paul the tiler. They'd been taking about the aref