Three Sentence Ficathon

Even though he knows that the slightest mistake, the smallest drop of his facade might end in death, Hans is supremely pleased with his ability to fool McClane. Once again Americans figure they’re more special than reality, this time thinking it impossible for someone to convincingly fake their anemic accent. Though he would never meet Bill Clay, he had the gratitude of one Hans Gruber, who enjoys the ruse until the time for ending one meddlesome party crasher comes, pressed into his hand as cold, semi-automatic steel.