String Theory

In more modern times, three pieces of string are walking down the street and sight a bar. They walk in, but the bartender grumpily tells them “we don’t serve strings here.” They loudly insist that they want drinks until the bartender throws them out into the street.

Two sulk away, but the third ties himself into a bowline, musses up his ends, and walks back into the bar.

“Hey, ain’t you one of them strings I just threw out of here?”

“No, sir, I’m a frayed knot”