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

Jeremy, better known as Blue Death, cleaned his teeth with a knife as he reclined in his office chair. It had been a slow day. Soft music peppered the office. Guns of all shapes and sizes lined the walls. A swift rap at the door broke Jeremy out of his stupor. `` Ah, do come in.'' A young girl in a small red dress skipped into his office. Jeremy did a double take. `` Missy, I think you have the wrong room.'' The girl stared at him, then shouted a him, her voice deep and masculine. `` Fuck you. Curses are harder to deal with than you think.'' Jeremy sighed. `` Whatever. Let's make this brief.'' He slipped a form over the counter. Target information, usage of poison, and other useful checkboxes dotted the page. The girl shook her head. `` I'm not a client, fuckwad.'' Jeremy shrugged. `` Been a long time, Death. What else can I do for you?'' 
 
 Death laughed. `` Stop fucking killing people! Hell is overflowing. I ca n't handle all these sorry losers that you send me. So stop it.'' Jeremy slowly reached for his revolver under the table. `` You know I ca n't do that.'' Death smiled. `` I'm out of a job, buddy. It's not personal.'' Jeremy fan-fired three shots from his pistol. They passed straight through Death. He took a small knife, then pinned Jeremy's head to the wall, sending blood splattering on his paper.\ 
 
 `` Fuck you.'' 
 
 Death strolled out of the office, pigtails flapping in the cool breeze.
