An Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman become lost in the desert. Soon enough, they are kidnapped by desert bandits. They are robbed of anything of value, then thrown in a cell to wait till dawn to be executed.

"This is terrible," says the Irishman. "What're we going to do?"

"All I know is that people in these parts are highly superstitious," says the Englishman. "They fear the demons of the desert bring ill fortune on them. Could we could use that?"

The Scotsman thinks for a bit and says, "OK lads, this is what we'll do..."

The next morning the Englishman is led in front of the firing squad. Just before the triggers are pulled he stares to the left and shouts "Floods!". The bandits panic and he is able to make his getaway in the confusion.

The next day the Scotsman is led out. Just before the triggers are pulled he stares to the right and shout "Sandstorm!". Like the Englishman, he makes good his escape in the ensuing panic.

On the third day, the Irishman is led to the wall. Just as the triggers are about to be pulled, he stares straght ahead and yells "Fire!"...