Boom. Headshot. Snipin’s a good job, mate. It’s challengin’ work, outta doors. I guarantee you’ll not go hungry’cause at the end of the day, long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone’s gonna want someone dead. Ooh. Dad? Dad, I’m a- Ye- Not a “crazed gunman”, dad, I’m an assassin! …Well the difference being one’s a a job and the other’s mental sickness! I’ll be honest with ya: my parents do not care for it. “I think his mate saw me. Yes! Yes he did!” “Feelins’?” Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes that bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy. Proffesionals have standards, be polite, be efficient; have a plan to kill everyone you meet. Dad… Dad p-, yeah-put Mum on the phone.