Azugra: BOW BEFORE ME MORTALS!!!
Azu: Bow? LIke that wood thing that shoots arrows?
Azugra: NO, YOU FOOL! LIKE THE THING YOU DO BEFORE YOUR BETTERS!! YOU ARE THINKING OF A BOW.
Me: -sigh, then opens another beer-
Azu: But, that makes no sense. They are spelled the same. See B-O-W. And then there is B-O-W.
Azugra: I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL WITH A BLUNTED FORK!!
Azu: Fork? Like that thing that delivers babies?