Gun Belt

"My belt picks up the slacks."

"My suspenders pick up slacks."

"Servants pick up my slacks."

"But who would pick up their slacks?"

"It would be a never-ending conga line."

"And the end of civilization as we know it. Everyone would have their hands full just trying to keep their pants up."

"Y'know, belts don't really pick up slacks. They really just hold them up."

"This is it, slacks, I'm holding you up--open up your drawers and give me all your cash."