The drunk looks around, but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks, “As I said before, there are no fish under the ice.”
The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can’t see a single soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time to finish.
Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts. “I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!”
The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks the voice, “How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?”
“No”, the voice replied. “I am the manager of this hockey rink.”