Three wise men are talking about their enemies in a packed restaurant.
"I bet God this son of a bitch will die!", shouts the first one.
"I bet God the mother of this son of a bitch will die!!", shouts the second one.
"I bet God the entire family of this son of a bitch will die!!!", shouts the third one, while their order arrives.
"Here's your order gentlemen", she says and leaves, and while she is on her way to the kitchen, she stops in the middle of the packed restaurant, turns to face the wise men and says loudly to them, so that everyone can hear them.
"God doesn't respond to bets in reality, or otherwise I bet God after something happens to me because of the will of one of you, one of the members of the families of the people in this restaurant lives to wipe every last one of you...so how about you chill down a bit, and be gentlemen while dining here...wise men..."
"I bet God this son of a bitch will die!", shouts the first one.
"I bet God the mother of this son of a bitch will die!!", shouts the second one.
"I bet God the entire family of this son of a bitch will die!!!", shouts the third one, while their order arrives.
"Here's your order gentlemen", she says and leaves, and while she is on her way to the kitchen, she stops in the middle of the packed restaurant, turns to face the wise men and says loudly to them, so that everyone can hear them.
"God doesn't respond to bets in reality, or otherwise I bet God after something happens to me because of the will of one of you, one of the members of the families of the people in this restaurant lives to wipe every last one of you...so how about you chill down a bit, and be gentlemen while dining here...wise men..."