SCENE: Interior, lavishly appointed bedroom. a BUTLER enters, carrying a silver salver with a CARD upon it. He proffers it to his MASTER without comment. The MASTER picks up the CARD and reads aloudKimra wrote:I'd be an awesome assassin.
MASTER: "I am totally not going to kill you. Signed, Not an Assassin"
The MASTER replaces the card on the salver in a befuddled, yet pleased manner.
MASTER: Well! I suppose that's a spot of good news in an otherwise dreary existen-
A SWORD pierces the MASTER's throat
MASTER: *bloody gurgle*
ASSASSIN: Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming! By the way, my name's Kimra. Ask for me by name so you know you're getting a quality assassin!
Note that I have no idea how scriptwriting works.