"I am Death, because that is what I dispense if you do not answer all my questions truthfully."
The prisoner, with a smile, said, "That is my name, too, and that is what I have brought you." He held up his bandaged right hand.
"There is a bullet in my wrist, implanted by our surgeon, not one of your soldiers. It contains a timed charge that will explode in several seconds. Goodbye, Death. Or should I say, 'Hello?'"