That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems, for instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind? The answer, use a gun, and if that don't work... Use more gun. Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted lil' old number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope... Not pointed at you.

It's challengin' work, outta doors, guarantee you won't go hungry. 'cause at the end of the day, long as there are two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.

Ooh.

[stammering] I'm not a crazed gunman dad, I'm an assassin! Well the difference bein' one is a job and the other's mental sickness!

Going to be honest with you, my parents, do not care for it.

I think his mate saw me.
[Metal Shot!]
Yes, yes he did!
[Gunfire!]

Feelings? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes who are bludgeoning their wife to death, with a golf trophy.
Professionals have standards.
Be polite,
Be efficient,
Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

Dad, dad, put.. [stammering] put mom on the phone!