So, there I was. Gun to my head, and my sworn enemy standing over me with the killer instinct and the desire to end the pitiful life I had after an epic battle to the death. As we stood there, sweating, and struggling to gain control over our lungs, utterly defeated, I gazed into his eyes. He looks into mine, emotionless and in pain, for he knew that we brought out the best and worst in each other. Feeling both exhilaration and sadness I slowly motioned to have a final word. Fleeting and somber he granted me the honor of a honorable last stand. Rent and bruised I staggered to my feet, barely losing my balance, only to catch it again in the attempt to maintain any dignity I may have had. I looked into his full and hopeless eyes. I asked him the only question I could in my fated hour...
"Can I cast reraise?"
(The OP said random, and this was what I was thinking!) Zzzzzz