Blackjack

"Hit me."
"Sir, you have 19."
He looked at his cards and then the dealer.
"Yes, I know I've got 19. There's a 10 and a 9. Simple arithmetic tells me that adds up to 19. Are you trying to say I'm fucking stupid?"
Yes, thought the dealer.
"No, not at all, sir. It's just that players don't normally hit on 19. They prefer to stand."
"Well I like to live dangerously."
The dealer mentally groaned as he heard the phrase that only an arsehole would say. He'd already heard it five times this shift.
He reached beneath the table and produced a gun. He pointed it at the player.
"Is this dangerous enough for you?"
He fired one shot.