The dojo master stood up. 'Hold!' he commanded. 'Do you not want to know the name of the man you are about to destroy?'
The fighter held his stance, glaring at Lu-Tze. 'I don't need to know name of a sweeper,' he said.
Lu-Tze rolled the cigarette into a skinny cylinder and winked at the angry man, which only stoked the anger.
'It is always wise to know the name of a sweeper, boy,' said the dojo master. 'And my question was not addressed to you.'
Garbage Man: Pardon me, sir, but I couldn't help noticing these equations in your garbage. I took the liberty of correcting a few quantum calculations. Dilbert: Gosh. Why are you a garbage man? Garbage Man: I think the question is "Why are you an engineer?"
