Tuco, the dirty backstabbing thief, dropped his empty pistol on the dry dead desert floor, and stared into the eyes of the Man With No Name...
"AaaY! Blondie!!!!! Looks like we trapped, eh!?! Trapped inside a crappy video game..."
The Man With No Name, eyes glinting like steel cobalt, reached slowly into his poncho...
Tuco trembled, fearing that a gun was about to be aimed at his worthless head. With a bullet meant to end his life.
He relaxed as Blondie instead drew out a cigar and started to light it...
The Man With No Name smirked at the coward and lit the cigar, taking a drag off...
"Well, Tuco..." He said in his reedy, quiet voice, "We may be stuck in a crappy video game... but... it could be much worse..."
"Eh!?!" said Tuco, "How you figure!?!"
He tossed a shovel at Tuco's feet. "We could be Derek Smart or that punk John Romero...."
Tuco shivered at the thought - Blondie was right! They could be facing a more horrid fate...
The Man With No Name smiled only as a man with the powers of god would smile, then said: "Now pick up that shovel and dig up my gold, be-yotch!"