There once was a Red Indian who had only one testicle and whose given name was 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone, but the Indians in his tribe could not resist and teased him about it all the time.
After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'
The word got around and nobody called him Onestone any more.
Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, 'Good morning, Onestone.' He grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do. Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman called Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away. Yellow Bird was overjoyed when she saw Onestone again. She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'
Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die! Eventually Onestone collapsed from exhaustion and died and Yellow Bird ran for the Medicine Man.
After hearing all of the details and examining Onestone the Medicine Man thought long and hard and then gave his conclusion...
It looks as though you just can't kill Two Birds with OneStone.