In a grim Russian prison, three foreigners — an American, a Brit, and an Aussie — stand before the executioner. Their crime? Allegedly smuggling sarcasm across borders. But before the axe falls, the warden offers each a final request.
The American, ever the showman, asks for a cheeseburger and a Super Bowl rerun. “If I’m going out, I’m going out with flavor and football,” he says, biting into his burger as the guards look on, confused.
The Brit requests a cup of tea and a moment to complain about the weather. “It’s dreadfully cold in here,” he mutters, sipping Earl Grey with pinky raised, as if death were just another dreary Tuesday.
The Aussie grins and says, “Mate, just give me a beer and a chance to wrestle the executioner.” The guards laugh — until he actually tries it.
In the end, the executioner is left bewildered, the prisoners somehow more entertained than terrified. Rumor has it they were pardoned for making the guards laugh too hard.