Two hippies crash through a bar window and wrestle in the dirt street; the local sheriff awakes from a cat nap, approaches, draws his pistol, and shoots a warning shot into the air. The two hippies pause.
Sheriff: What’s the problem, boys?
Hippie: He said compost is the same as fermentation!
Other hippie: They’re the same thing!
Hippie: One process is anaerobic and the other is aerobic!
Other hippie: Dirt! It all makes dirt!
Hippie: You give all hippies a bad name!
The hippie headbutts the other hippie who immediately pulls out a rusty shiv; the sheriff shoots another warning shot into the air.
Sheriff: Keep it civil, boys: no knives and no teeth.
Hippie: I don’t have teeth.
Other hippie: We are hippies; we don’t practice oral hygiene.
Hippie: That’s the one thing we agree upon.
Sheriff: Well, drop the shiv, brother.
Other hippie: Call me Bro.
Sheriff: Drop the shiv, Bro.
The other hippie drops his shiv in the dirt. The first hippie bares his gums at the other and growls.
Sheriff: That’s it. Now, then, LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL ONLOOKERS HERE TODAY THAT WHICHEVER OF THESE TWO HIPPIES LEFT STANDING AFTER THEIR WRESTLE IN THE DIRT TODAY WILL BE CONSIDERED BY EVERYONE IN THIS TOWN AS THE EXPERT IN DIRT MAKING AND HIS OPINION ABOUT ANAEROBIC OR AEROBIC PROCESSES WILL BECOME ACCEPTED AS LAW AMONGST US ALL. AMEN.
The sheriff shoots another shot into the air and the confrontation continues.
The end.