So every night, the husband would ask his wife, "Honey, do you feel like eating orange?".
This went on for several weeks, until one night when the husband asked, "Honey, do you feel like eating orange?", to which the old man from below interrupted, "You know, I don't mind ya eating oranges so much, but could you please not drip the orange juices down here!"
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