Emacs and Vi walk into a pub. “What can I get you?” asks the bartender. They both agree on a nice locally-sourced Ale with a good kick to it.

They down drink after drink. Emacs starts to slur words and sway after a while, but Vi just keeps on knocking them back seemingly unaffected by it.

As the night goes on, more and more patrons leave the bar. “Last call!” says the bartender, and rings the bell.

Emacs nods, stumbles up to a piano, and strikes a few chords. After a few moments of emptying pockets and saving lint, they vanish in a puff of smoke. Vi watches this display and then turns back to their drink.

“You know,” says the bartender, “you can quit whenever you want.”

Vi just smiles and weeps.