Don't you even MMO

A priest, a rabbi, and a pujari walked into a bar and ordered a drink. The bartender grimaced as the men sat down, clucking his tongue in disapproval as he passed out three glasses. Unable to restrain his opinion, he wagged a finger at the robed men. "Three healers in one party? You won't get very far like that, you know. You don't even have a tank. What happens if you aggro a Chimaera the moment you leave town? Damned fools, the lot of you."