Farm Worker: "Ah comrade inspector! You will be pleased! We have grown so many potatoes that if we put them into a pile they would reach the feet of god!"
Political Officer: "Comrade, watch your language! You know that we have cast off the shackles of religion! God is imaginary"
Farm Worker: "Ah comrade inspector! You will be pleased! We have grown so many potatoes that if we put them into a pile they would reach the feet of god!"
Political Officer: "Comrade, watch your language! You know that we have cast off the shackles of religion! God is imaginary"
Farm Worker: "That is okay. So are the potatoes."