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You were just too easy. What perfect prey you make. All I had to do was flaunt my leathers and flirt with you in my soft, sensual voice, and you would have followed me anywhere. You just didn't expect that I'd lead you to your doom. I'm a hitwoman, little man, so this isn't personal. On the contrary, I enjoy being cold, calculating and methodical in my work. It will pain you to learn that your wife hired me at a pretty penny. She even paid extra to pick the way she wanted me to end you! How thoughtful, don't you think? I'll happily help along this last remaining connection between you two. She wants a big, plastic bag slipped right over that ugly mug of yours so that you'll turn all sorts of colors before you go. You'll look so ugly. You'll foam and bulge and cry before you drift into eternal night. After that, you'll never be a problem again...