A man is on an exclusive golf course having a round on his own. He encounters another player on his own and they suggest going around together. After a while they start chatting.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a stockbroker.
You must make good money.
Yeah, pretty good. See that house on the hill (pointing at a mansion not far from the course), that's my house.
What about you, what do you do for a living?
I'm a hitman.
Wow, that's amazing. How do you kill people?
I shoot them (and with that he goes into his bag and brings out his rifle complete with telescopic sights). I am such a good shot that I don't charge by the kill I charge by the shot. $50,000 per shot.
Can I have a look? The stockbroker looks through the sights towards his house and sees his business partner and his wife nude in the bedroom. That fucking bastard business partner of mine is fucking my wife. Look I have lots of money, can you fix them for me?
Sure...what would you like done.
Well that filthy bitch wife of mine you can shoot her in the head, but I need my business partner so can you shoot his dick off.
Ok. He sets up his rifle and stands there for ages waiting to take the shot.
What's going on?
Just give me a few more seconds and I think I can save you $50,000.