@McGentrix,
So there's three pieces of rope hanging on a fence across the road from the Last Chance Saloon in Dry Gulch, Arizona.
The first rope says "Sure is hot!"
Second rope says "Yep"
Third rope says "I'm sick and tired of hanging here in the hot sun, I'm going across the street for a beer!"
He slides off the fence, wriggles across the road and into the bar. Hops up on a stool and orders a cold glass of beer.
The bartender eyes him suspiciously and finally drawls "Ain't choo one 'o dem ropes?"
Third rope says "Sure am, now can I please have a beer?"
Bartender yells "Git on outa here, we don't serve no ropes in here!"
Third rope wriggles back across the street and drapes himself back across the fence.
Second rope asks "Did you get your cold beer?"
Third rope just shakes his head(?)
"Well I'll get one. You just gotta know how to stand up for yourself" Second rope declares. He slips off the fence, slides across the street and loops himself right up onto a barstool. He authoritatively pounds on the bar and demands service.
The bartender eyes him suspiciously and after carefully looking him over asks slowly "Say, ain't choo one 'o dem ropes?"
Second rope answers proudly "I sure am, now get to pourin' mister!"
Bartender leans menacingly toward second rope and threatens "I done told yer partner that we don't serve yer kind in here, now git outa my bar before I fill ya full o' holes" With that bartender revealed a large pistol tucked into his belt. Second rope slithered back to the fence and informed his friends "That bartender sure doesn't like ropes, there's no way for us to get a beer in that place"
First rope says "OK, you guys. Now I'll give it a try" He rolls himself up into a ball, rolls across the street and bounces up onto a barstool. Clears his throat to get the bartenders attention and says "I'd like a cold glass of beer, please"
Bartender eyes him suspiciously for a moment before asking "Ain't choo one o' dem ropes?"
First rope answers slowly "No, I'm afraid not."