A man joins a monastery and is told he will have to take a vow of silence, and can only speak two words to the High Council every ten years on a special holy day.

He agrees, and spends ten years in contemplation. On the holy day he is seated before the council and says “Food bland”. And goes back to his monkly duties.

Ten more years pass. He once more kneels before the council and says “Blanket itchy”.

Ten years pass again. He sits before the council with his back straight and says “I quit.”

And the eldest replies “Well no shit, you’ve been complaining since you got here.”