Picture the scene; three men hold a beaten up old dude who's glaring at the leader of their pack, a witch Doctor he's been hunting. The doctor sniffs, then opens his mouth to challenge his captive...
"There are two dogs fighting within you, one is good, one is evil. Which one will win?"
The bedraggled man lifts his head and meets his eye and with a mixture of resignation and determination replies...
"Which ever one I feed."