A Ferengi, a Klingon, and a Vulcan walk into a Las Vegas weed dispensary at 2:30 am on a Saturday night in the last week of September.
While waiting in line to purchase their ganja, the Ferengi say "A day spent without making profit is a wasted day."
The Klingon grunts scornfully, and growls in a menacing baritone, "A day spent without battle is a wasted day."
The Ferengi turns to the Vulcan. "What do you say?"
The Vulcan considers for a moment, arches an eyebrow, and says in a measured voice, "Logically it is most profitable to avoid violence whenever possible."
The Ferengi and Klingon purse their brows and nod thoughtfully. "I think I'll get an eighth of the OG Kush," says the latter. "It sounds like a warrior's strain."