The hit man is standing in a Los Angeles office building. His hands are shaking. "This is the last one," he croaks. "I'm so nervous I can't stand it." His accomplice, trimly dressed and wearing horn-rimmed glasses, is chewing his lower lip. "You'd think it would get easier with each delivery," he mutters. "But it doesn't."
A Mafioso massacre? A bank heist? A CIA caper? In fact, the I hired agents are armed with a cream pie. Their mission: to smash the pie into the face of a local office employee who is celebrating his 26th birthday. The two agents, hired by...
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