"GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!!!"
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No, although I must admit that at this point it does appear
to be quite tempting."
"Then why are you pointing a gun at me?"
"Why, to force you to give me your money, of course."
"Oh."
"What oh?! Give me the money!"
"Or you'll what?"
"Or I'll kill you!"
"No you won't!"
"What do you mean 'No you won't'?"
"You just said that you aren't going to kill me."
"When did I say that?"
"Just a minute ago."
"Oh... come to think of it, I did say that."
"See! But if you insist, you can kill me, I just don't have
the willpower to fight you with my superior-mental-wit."
"No, no, I can't kill you now. I am a man of my word."
"Oh, that's nice. So can I go now?"
"Err... no."
"What no?! You just said that you won't kill me if I don't
give you my money!"
"Yes, but I didn't say that I wouldn't maim you."
"Good point. I never thought about that option."
"And you say you have a superior-mental-wit."

The End.

Yoav Tirosh.