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Sniping's a good job mate. Challenging work. Outa doors. I guarantee you'll not go hungry. Because at the end of the day, as long there are two people left on the planet, someone is going to want someone dead.
Dad... I'm a... I'm not a crazed gunman dad, I'm an assassin. Well the difference being ones a job and the other's mental sickness!
I'll be honest with you, my parents, do not care for it.
Feelings? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes who bludgeon their wives to death with a gold trophy.
Professionals have standards. Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
Dad.. dad... Put... Put mum on the phone. :jarate: