"Listen, Pincus," one said, "the last suits you made for us
were sort of gray. We need black suits, the darkest black cloth
that we can get."
"See this cloth?" Pincus said, fingering a bolt of fabric.
"This is the stuff they make nuns' habits from. There ain't
no blacker cloth."
A few weeks later, the two men were walking down the street
in their new suits when they passed two nuns. Impulsively,
one of the men went up to the nuns and matched his suit against
their habits. Becoming angry, he muttered something to his
friend and they both walked off.
"What did that man want?" one nun asked the other.
"I don't know," she replied, "He looked at my garment, said
something in Latin and left."
"Well, I know a little Latin. What did he say?"
"He said, 'Pincus Fuctus'.
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