I don't know how my career has gone to this but I found some sort of wizard, but in reality he is no type of wizard at all. I was walking out of the Mobster Bunny Bar that I am setting up. As I walking out and threw my sandwich wrapper in the trash and saw this old man wearing an worn down wizard robe, and terrible cape. I turn around due too the weird awful man sitting on the brick wall and staring back at me as he extends his arm too me. I slap it away, as I am in no mood too actually give coins to hobo's who don't try too get a job. But he has some sort of flair to him, so I had to introduce myself.

Are you some sort of fucking of wizard? What is this? Why are you here? He looks up and looks down again. He graves the beer on the ground and finishes the whole bottle. Now don't kill yourself if you want I can kill you before you kill yourself. He looks up with wide eyes, as I pull out my revolver and gently put it into his neck. He likes too shoot without my permission sorry about that. I put my revolver back into my suit pocket and laugh. 

Okay let's have some fun so here let's get in my car, I have an little job for you. So the wizard hops from his resting position and tries going into my newly painted car. Oh you think you are riding with me? Oh no don't even think about it and follow me. I go to the trunk and open it too him rolling into the trunk. Okay thank you, SLAM.  Stupid fucking idiot making my bar looking like an pigs pen. 

15 Mins Later

Okay we are here, I open up the trunk to the smell of hobo in the morning. Okay get out, here hold this. I throw an shovel and I drag an newly killed body of someone you don't need to know about it's just business. So after thirty minutes of shoveling, sweating oh not fro me for the wannabe wizard down in the pit. Okay thanks for that, I pull the revolver from the suit jacket and BANG as he falls back and into his own grave. I finish off the digging and throw the shovel back into the car and close the trunk.