The bounty hunter stared at the group of defiant Englishmen, his quarry lost and concealed among them.

“I’ll say it one more time,” he growled. “Give me the Yank you’re hiding in your midst.”

He was greeted only with stony silence. Taking another approach, the bounty hunter pulled a card out of a pocket and read:

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator says “Calm down. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a gun shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says “OK, now what?”

Quite despite themselves, the Englishmen roared in laughter, exposing dozens of sets of jagged and malformed teeth…and one set of brace-straightened pearly whites.

“There we go, there’s our Yank,” said the bounty hunter, pressing his gun to the latter’s temple.

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