User blog comment:EtherBot/How you do'in/@comment-4715955-20160925173305

An Allied pilot is shot down behind enemy lines and captured by the Germans. He was unfortunately badly injured in the crash, and his left left became gangrenous and had to be amputated. After this was done, the pilot said to the German Commander, "Could you send that leg to my base so they know what's happened to me?"

The Commander nods. "Ja, ve vill do zis." And he had the leg shipped to the pilot's base.

Next day his right leg also had to be amputated. Again the pilot requested the limb be shipped to his base, and again the Commander agreed, albeit reluctantly.

The next day his left arm had to be amputated. Once again the pilot requested that the limb be shipped to his base.

This time the Commander became angry. "Nein! Ve vill do zis for you no more!"

The pilot looked worried. "How come?"

The Commander said, "Ve t'ink you are tryink to ESCAPE!"