Reminds me of an old joke:
One afternoon on the high seas, a pirate captain and his crew were set upon by one of Her Majesty's naval vessels.
"What should we do?" cried the first mate.
"We'll fight," replied the captain. "Now get me my red shirt."
And fight they did, and won a glorious victory, their captain leading from the front, red shirt as prominent as his flashing blade.
Two days later, three of Her Majesty's naval vessels caught up with the pirate crew. Again, the captain yelled, "Men, we fight! First mate, get me my red shirt."
And once again they defeated the navy, the pirate captain leading from the front, the tails of his red shirt billowing in the wind.
Three days later, five naval vessels, and the same result. That evening, as the crew lay about, drinking rum and swapping stories of the fighting, one of them asked, "Captain, why do you always ask for your red shirt before battle?"
"Well," he said, "the answer's simple, really. Red is the color of blood. So, if i get cut during the fighting, you won't notice me bleeding, and will continue fighting without fear."
Everybody thought that was great leadership, and they sang songs about their brave captain long into the night.
The next day, ten naval vessels bore down on them.
The pirate first mate turned to his brave captain and said, "Ten, captain. Shall I fetch your red shirt?"
"No," said the captain, "not today. Today i need my brown pants."
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Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week *bows and runs off before any of the rotten fruit finds its mark*
