A Buddhist monk with no belt on was walking along with a beggar with a belt wrapped around him so tightly that the beggar dropped to the ground and his eyes rolled into his head and a stream of drool dribbled from his parted lips, The monk feared the beggar with the belt must be dead from some form of abdominal asphyxiation.
The Buddhist monk turned to the swami with one hand up in the air standing next to him and said "I am a zero and I fear the beggar has eight too much and died let us say a prayer to release his soul"
The swami looked at the seemingly dead beggar and raised his other hand and said "before we attempt a prayer to release his soul we must make sure he is dead."
So the Buddhist monk drove his long sword into the beggars side and said "ok what now"