He was sitting all alone in an abandoned shack near sea-shore in the Chind-do island of South Korea. Out of no where, a group of South koreans appeared and encircled that shack. They were all sporting black shades and clad in black tuxedos; to him they all looked identical for he always had difficulty identifying them and he strongly felt all South Koreans look the same. He was drunk, and that made it much more difficult. Without any delay, they started firing their .45 caliber pistols. They pretty much finished their task leaving him in that shack in a pool of blood.
PS: I know there is nothing positive in this post!