Word play (part II)

So a guy hires a contractor to lay out a sprinkler system for him. It all goes well, and he has a wonderfully beautiful green lawn all summer, conservation be damned.

The next spring, he starts to think big. Perhaps some nice rolling hills spread across his giant lawn? Maybe a well? A fountain? Who knows! The sky's the limit when it comes to having the nicest yard on the block.

So he hires the same contractor to do some landscaping work for him. But, in his excitement, he doesn't check they guy's areas of expertise, or whether he's bonded, or whether he hires 3-inch-tall little green mutants to work for him, or whether he knows any of his stuff at all. Usually, this isn't a problem. The non-bonded, sketchy contractor usually does an OK job, and his customers are usually reasonably happy.

But not on this good day.

Today, some of his helpers will have begun the process of gathering leaves with their gardening implements, when they will hit the principal water pipe supplying all the sprinklers with water with the sharp point of one of their tools. This will cause a large geyser of water to shoot out from the ground, laying bare the contractor's poor workmanship and planning on two counts.

The guy will not notice, however, as he will be focused on the huge cascade of water and the way the contractor's workers are just staring dumbly up at the sky, their piercing tools still imbedded in the plastic pipe.

In a fir of fury, that man will yell, "Hey! That's enough! I want those motherfucking rakes off my motherfucking main!"