Two old men walked into a bar. In the middle of the floor, a woman was being raped. Surprised, they looked around. Forty or so patrons at the bar were ignoring the rape and were engaged in conversation with each other.
"Excuse me," one of the old men said to the patron next to him, "why isn't anyone doing anything to help this woman?"
"Oh, that's not the way things go here, only the owner of the bar can stop the rapes and get rid of the rapists," said the patron.
"Oh, I see. Can you direct us to the owner?"
The patron waved the bar owner over, a striking woman obviously in command of her domain.
"What can i do for you fellows tonight?" she said.
The second old man spoke up. "Well we walked into your bar, saw this rape, and we heard only you can do anything about it."
"Oh yeah, that," said the bar owner, and waved her hand dismissively. "It's a real free for all around here, buncha crazy patrons."
"So why don't you stop the rape?"
"Like I said, it's a free for all. I am not their mommy or their babysitter. I don't have anything to do with that rape, it is up to the rapist to stop."
The two old men looked at each other and grinned, and then the first old man said to the bar owner, "Ma'am, we had no idea you were running a franchise of our original business. I'm afraid you owe us back payments in royalties."
The bar owner bit her lip nervously. "But you see," she said, "I don't charge anybody who comes here."
"I'm sure you can arrange something," said the second old man.
The bar owner thought for a minute and then her face lit up. "Hey, how much would it be worth to you boys if I advertised for the franchise?"
The old men laughed and shook her hand. They all toasted their business arrangement.
"And to think, Newton," said the first old man, wiping a tear of high emotion from his eye --
"Say no more, Sembler," said the second old man. "Our work will carry on after we are gone."