Say your prayers," Butch said, hand poised above the grip
of his chrome-plated forty-five.
"God is dead!" came a tiny voice from
his hand.
The other gunslinger was confused, but didn't have time to
think about it. He reached - and was gunned down before his hand
reached his own weapon.
A hanger-on from the crowd had the guts to ask,
"So what was with that `God is dead' stuff?"
"I," said Butch, "have a
Nietzsche trigger finger.

credit for this original joke goes to my friend, Jason.

The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?
~Jeremy Bentham