I went up to him, he looked at my cigar and asked to see it. He sniffed it and smiled saying (through his translator) "internet cigar, I can recognize it immediately from the aroma of rodent droppings. You know we make these with odd piles of third rate tobacco that are just laying around, don't you? Well, sometimes we run out of crap tobacco so we use dried horse manure, hay, and rodent droppings. To hell with people who buy cigars from the internets."
Then he looked around, raised his hands and yelled
He has a strange sence of humour... What a bazzare joke.