Today, I had cause to complain about the dreadful state of the green tea from the Order's canteen. I strode up to manager of the establishment and roared at her that the foul alleged liquid in the communal dispensing trough was almost as bad as drinking Budweiser.
"Honoured adept," she replied. "We don't have a communal dispensing trough. If you mean that item over there it's the men's urinal."