They cut an imposing figure in the bar-room doorway; from their mouth they blew a giant pink bubble. When it popped, everyone spun round to look.
“Goodness,” the newcomer said. “They’re playing our song.”
The pianist was playing ‘Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby’.
Suddenly the newcomer became animated. “Which of you is Spartacus?” they said.
One stood up immediately. “They are Spartacus!”; then another “No – they are Spartacus!”; then another until all the bar was yelling “They are Spartacus!”
The newcomer sighed. “Doesn’t matter,” they said, drew their sub-machine gun and despatched everyone. Even the pianist.