One brilliant, hot day in the Levant, two Phoenicians were working hard smashing murex shells.
"I Tyre of this," said the first.
"You'd be done by now if you weren't working at such a snail's pace," sniped the second, whose pile of shells was much higher.
"Don't you want to go home?" whined the first.
"I'd rather dye," replied the second.