A man of no specific nationality wearing a checked dress-like form of apparal walks into a chemist's shop. He asks the chemist-person in a rather heavy but non prejudicial accent if he may have a latex safe-sex device (which we all should use) repaired. The Chemist-person recoils in horror at the man's request*. "I think you should buy a new one" he/she says. The man in the dress-like form of apparal exits the store, only to return the next day. "After careful consideration, the war mongering running dog Militarist oppressing cartel I belong to has decided to have the item replaced"!*although not because he/she feels that the man should be censured for displaying any National characteristics of fiscal pucilamity.
Rick