I wonder...if someone asked me to become a member of their secret society of highly trained assassins, would I join?

Yes.

I bet that professional killers are never affected by the economy. I don't think you play the stock market with blood money, I think you put in under the floorboards.

You never have to worry about job security. As long as people are pissing other people off we will always need hitmen.

It makes for interesting dinner conversation. You can't come right out and say what you do, but you can hint at it, which is probably even more bad ass.

"So, what do you do?"

"Well, let me put it this way...I provide a highly specialized service for highly specialized clientele."

"You're a man prostitute?"

"No. Let's say you...need a person gone, I take them there."

"You're a commercial airline pilot?"

"No. No. No. You're not catching on here. You know how sometimes people have trash...from their past...and they want that trash taken care of?"

"Yes..."

"I TAKE CARE of their trash for them."

"You're...a...trash man?"

"NO NO NO NO NO NO. I'm a killer. I kill people for money. Professionally. I'm very deadly. With weapons. Or just my bare hands."

"I'm still not catching on here..."