My mum is at my six year old nephew's birthday party and it's all boys running around the house and garden pretending to shoot one another. Mum's in the kitchen chatting to parents when she spots the lone girl guest sat on a chair all alone. The girls wearing this big flowery dress and has a flower in her hair.
Mum, feeling sorry for this poor lonely girl, walks up and says:
"Hello, what's your name then?" Or some such.
The flower-haired girl looks up, produces a plastic pistol, points at mum and says:
"Surrender or die."