"Whoa," the first guy said. "That's quite a rifle!"

"Look," said the second man. "I'm not out to cause any trouble. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings."

"No, no... I'm just curious why you have a high-powered rifle in your bag."

The man pondered for a moment and then said, "Well, I'll tell you... It's my business. It's what I do for a living - and I don't want to leave it anywhere unattended."

"Wow," said the first guy. "I've heard about guys like you, but I've never met one before."

"Still want me to play along?" said the second.

"Sure," said the first. "As a matter of fact, I do a little hunting myself. Would you mind if I looked at it?"

So the man showed him the rifle. It was beautiful - an inlaid Weatherby with a huge powerful scope mounted on it. The first guy picked it up, looked through the scope and said, "Gee, I can see the window of my condo with this thing. Matter of fact, there's my wife..." He lowered the gun for a moment and added, "She doesn't have any clothes on."

He looked through the scope again. "Damn, there's a guy with her!" The first guy lowered the rifle and looked at the second. "How much do you charge?"

"$10,000 a bullet."

The first man thought for a moment and then said, "Do it."

"Which one?"

"Both."

"That's $20,000, you know."

"I don't care. Hit 'em both."

The hit man took two cartridges from his bag and loaded the rifle. "Where do you want me to get the man?"

"You know where to hit him."

"How about the woman?"

"In the mouth. She's always flapping her gums anyway."

"OK," said the hit man as he raised the rifle. Taking careful aim, he clicked off the safety. Then he paused and chuckled. "Mister, I think I'm about to save you ten thousand dollars."