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Snipin's is a good job mate. Challenging work, out of doors.
Guarantee you won't go hungry, 'cause at the of the day, 'long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.
Yea, Dad I'm a... uh, I'm not a crazed gunman, I'm a assassin. Well the difference being ones a job and the others mental sickness.
I'll be honest with ya, my parents, do not care for it.
...I think this mate saw me. Yes, yes he did.
Feelings?! Look, mate. You know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes who bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy.
Professionals have STANDARDS.
Be polite.
Be efficient.
Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
Dad! D- Put y- Put Mom on the phone.