Yeah, That would do it I recon. You go first 🍷
This reminds me of the old joke below
One lovely summer evening a man was walking down a countrylane, way down in the south of England in cider country. When a crazy and inebriated yokel farmer sprang out from the bushes; holding a flagon of cider in one hand and a pitchfork in the other. He approached the man in a terrifying manner and would not let the poor man proceed any further.
Holding the man captive, the farmer held a pitchfork to the strangers throat and demanded he drink some of the contents of the flagon. The terrified stranger quiclky obliged the farmer and took a sip from the flagon. More, more, said the farmer. The cider was so strong it made the starnger giddy.
Then the farmer said, ok you can stop now. The farmer handed the stranger the pitchfork and took the flagon of cider back and said, Ok; you hold the pitchfork at my throat now and make me drink the cider.
