[Zendalar]

Another:

The Setting: An old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.

Old man:
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ye see that wall? Look how well it's
built. I built that wall stone by stone with me own two hands. I worked on
it for months. But do they call me MacGregor-the-Wall-Builder? Nooo..."

Then the old man gestured at the bar.

"Look here at the bar. Do ye see how smooth and just it is? I planed that
surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard
labour, for eight days. But do they call me MacGregor-the-Bar-Builder?
Nooo..."

Then the old man points out of the window.

"Eh, laddy, look out to sea. Do ye see that pier that stretches out as far
as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat of me back. I nailed it
board by board for 6 weeks. But do they call me MacGregor-the-Pier-Builder?
Noooo..."

Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure that one is
paying attention.

"But ye f#ck one goat..."