A portly, winded chef was running around the kitchen chasing after ten metal colanders that had fallen off a storage rack and were clattering on the kitchen floor.
"Well would you look at that," said one of the cooks.
"What do you make of it?" asked another kitchen worker.
"Well, I don't know," said the cook, "but they are ten sieves making the chef hypertensive."
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