A day in the life of a hit-man!
3rd visit of the day!
“How did you get in here!”
“Through the back door”
“Its locked!”
“It was”
“Leave immediately!”
“Not you as well”
“What?”
“Every one keeps telling me what to do today”
“Get out”
“No”
“I’m an important man you know?”
“Why?”
“I’m a politician!”
“Is that important then?”
“Are you retarded?”
“Don’t think so, I’ve not had an IQ test in years mind”
“Yeah, you must be to come into here and threaten me!”
“Who’s threatened you?”
“You, you moron!”
“Now what have I said to make you say I’m threatening you?”
“You’re holding a Gun, for God sake!”
“What this?”
“Yes!”
“It’s not a threat”
“What do you think it is then brain drain?”
“It’s a .45 calibre Browning hand gun with hollow point shells”
“Exactly!”
“Exactly what?”
“You are the most dense person I’ve ever met”
“Really, I got in here didn’t I? past the two security guards and the remote alarm system with heat sensors and infra-red, can you do that?”
“No I’m a respected politician!”
“Not anymore”
Bang
The End
Lord Banks
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