I woke up extremely quickly and stared at the person beside me.
"Who are you?"
"You must know."
"No, I don't."
"Damn."
We stared at each other blankly as the Soviet Union passed on a parade float.
"Hmmm... that was the Soviet Union."
"Yep."
About this time, I became frustrated at his total lack of conversational etiquette. I offered him a knife, my eyes subtly implying what he should do with it. He grinned.
"Scream", I screamed. I jibber-jabbered the knife all over his guts, privates, limbs, and respiratory tract.
"Well, dammit, what have you got to say now?"
He leaked a bit. "Ainga." He died.