He whistled as he walked down the dark alley. When someone stepped out from behind a dumpster with a pistol, he acted surprised. "Gimme yer wallet," said the mugger.

He stroked his chin in thought. "Mmmmm, nope."

The mugger's posture changed. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like surprise. "Whatcha mean, nope?"

"I mean," he said, "I'm not in danger."

"Not in danger?" The mugger waved the gun. "Whyinell not?"

"We're in Reno," said the man.

"So?"

"Shooting someone in Reno? Like that Johnny Cash song? Way too cliché."

The mugger looked around, then at the other end of the alley. "Just... gimme the wallet."

"No one shoots anyone in Reno anymore," he continued. "Too embarrassing. Look, you don't want to be cliché, do you?"

"Not... really."

"So you're not going to shoot me, so my wallet is safe. Simple as that. Want to walk through the alley with me? I'm on my way to a party. Hey," he exclaimed, "you should come! Probably ditch the gun, though."

The gunshot echoed through the alley. He squeaked, and fell down.

"The line's 'shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.' Me, I need the money. Way less clichéd."