A Gazinta went duck hunting in Doof territory. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a Doof's field on the other side of a fence.
As the Gazinta climbed over the fence, an elderly Doof rode up on his scoot and asked him what he was doing. The Gazinta responded, "I shot a duck. It fell in this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it."
The old Doof replied, "This is Doof land, and you are not coming over here."
The indignant Gazinta said, "I am but one of a proud and noble people, and you will rue the day that you crossed paths with us if you don't let me get that duck.
The old Doof smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes in the Doof Territories. We settle small disagreements like this with the "Three Kick Rule."
The Gazinta asked, "What is the Three Kick Rule?"
The Doof replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on Doof land, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up."
The Gazinta quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger, since he is the starting punter for his local Gazinta semi-pro football team. He agreed to abide by the Doof custom.
The old Doof slowly climbed off of his scoot and walked up to the Gazinta. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot into the Gazinta's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff sent the Gazinta's last meal gushing from his mouth. The Gazinta was on all fours when the Doof's third kick to his rear end sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
The Gazinta summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn."
The old Doof smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck….I’m just saying."
