Highlander
Two men meet upon a desolate mountain top. They are both quite fearsome.
Man: I am the highlander!
Man2: I am the highlande- Wait, realllly? You are the highlander? Are you sure?
Man: Yes, I am certain! I am the highlander!
Man2: You’re sure? How do you know?
Man: It is I who slayed the last highlander! There can only be one highlander, thus it is I!
Man2: Hm. Fuck. I could have sworn I killed the last highlander. Who did you kill?
Man: Stephen Vaughn!
Man2: No shit. I swear I killed Steven Vaughn. Tall guy, curly black hair, on the lanky side? I think he worked with computers?
Man: Hmm, nooo…he was this short stocky fellow with a red beard. Very distinct. A writer actually.
Man2: Well shit. I’m a bit confused then. I’ve been running around for the past month telling people that I’m the highlander. I kind of just assumed I was. How do you know you killed the right Steven Vaughn??
Man: He was carrying a massive sword and there was lightning all around him.
Man2: Is that where you got that sword then?
Man: Yup.
Man2: Shit, how did your Steven spell his name?
Man: S-T-E-P-H-E-N.
Man2: DAMMIT.
Man: Your guy with a—
Man2: V. Yeah. SHIT, I can’t believe I didn’t facebook him or something.
Man: Wow, so you just killed a random dude?
Man2: I think.
Man: Phew, that’s heavy stuff.
Man2: I’ll say.
A beat.
Man2: What am I going to tell my girlfriend?
Man: She thinks you’re the highlander?
Man2: Mm hm.
Man: Ouch.
