A warlock sits in a bar, drinking beer and thinking about the dead alliance corpse he put on a pole outside shattrath city. In comes a paladin.
- "Conjure me some water", says the paladin.
- "I don't do that", answers the warlock irritated and turns back to his beer.
- "Conjure me some food then!", the paladin says.
The warlock, noticeably irritated then turns around to the paladin and answers:
- "I can't do that, I'm a warlock"
He then turns back to his beer, trying to settle down by thinking of that lovely corpse....
The paladin nudges him and says:
"Oh, sorry. I thought you could"
The warlock, now ravingly mad, lifts his pitcher and slams it into the face of the paladin. The paladin flies through the air and lands on the floor several yards away. The warlock says with a delighted smug on his face:
" Oh, sorry. I thought you could tank"