Al Sieber: You want us to kill you, don't you Massai, right out here in front of all your blood-thirsty brethren, so they can sing your praises around the campfire and start another war in your honor. It would be a sweet death, wouldn't it, Massai? A warrior's death. But you're not a warrior any more. You're just a whipped Indian... and nobody sings about handcuffs.