(In the rebel camp, Wes and Gunn are kneeling, bound, their heads clamped into a pair of stocks.)

LEADER: For the crime of collaboration you are sentenced to death.

WESLEY: No! We're *not* collaborators, we're not even from around here!

SASHA: On my count of three.

WESLEY: Forgive me, Gunn. I should never have opened my mouth.

GUNN: I've got a plan.

WESLEY: Oh thank god! What is it?

SASHA: One.

GUNN: We die horribly and painfully, *you* go to hell and I spend eternity in the arms of baby Jesus.

WESLEY: Oh.

SASHA: Two.

(Gunn squeezes his eyes shut.)

SASHA: Three.

(Just as the executioner is about to strike a black-fletched arrow buries itself in his chest and he falls back with a scream, dropping the ax. Mounted guards charge down from the surrounding hills.)

LEADER: Imperial guards!

WESLEY: This is our chance to escape!

GUARD: (charging towards them, as a melee breaks out) There they are! Kill the otherworlders!

GUNN: I really had about enough of this world.

• Funnies
• Wesley & Gunn

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