"Yep," you answer with a nod. "And I'm pretty sure you're violating some kind of right by locking me up in here." The tiny woman grins even larger, making you wonder how so many teeth can fit in a such a small head. You're so busy staring at the pearly whites you miss how swiftly she raises the cross bow again and shoots you. She has good aim and you only feel momentary pain before dying.

No one likes Americans.