It was a dark and stormy night. I stalked my enemy through the tall grass. I saw the flash of his muzzle as his shot went whistling over my head. I fired! I killed him!
I walked to the nearest town. Casually smoking a cigarette, I entered the nearest bar.
"I have killed a man!", said I.
"His name?" demanded a tall, dark, and handsome stranger at the other end of the bar.
"His name? His name was Zanzibar!"
"Zanzibar! He was my brother! We must meet."
It was a dark and stormy night....