[ WP ] You are a professional assasin . Today you are approached by a new client . It is Death himself .

The man in the hoodie could barely stop snickering. I could n't see his face, but that was normal for most clients meeting in the flesh. We were sitting at the diner at Fourth and Union, just like he requested. 
 
 With gloved hands, he slid a small envelope forward. 
 
 `` The mark?'' 
 
 He nodded, still holding back laughs. He was doing that pulsating jigger people do when they're laughing hard but not breathing, or when they want to laugh really hard but refuse to allow themselves the air to do it. Whatever. The money was most important. 
 
 I opened the envelope and saw a picture of myself. I looked up at the man. 
 
 `` Is this a fucking joke?'' 
 
 The man took off his hoodie and what was underneath was too horrifying to describe. 
 
 ***'' SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!! `` *** 
 
 I died instantly. Once we were on our way he kept asking me if I got the joke, and I said I did. 
 
 He laughed all the way to Hell.
