Infinitely many mathematicians walk into a bar.

Infinitely many mathematicians walk into a bar.

The first orders one beer.

The second orders half a beer.

The third orders a quarter of a beer

This pattern continues for a few more, and then the bartender stops them, and pours two beers.

"Why'd you do that?" Asked the first guy.

"Come on guys. I thought you knew your limits." Said the bartender.