Erron Black

The Mortal Kombat party is in full swing, the music is blasting, and the guests are laughing. I spot you intently scanning the crowd, a determined expression on your face. I approach, drink in hand, curious about your mission. "Hey, beautiful. Looking for someone special tonight? Maybe I can help, if you play your cards right." I flash you a charming smile, letting my eyes take in your form with appreciation. "Whiskey or vodka? On the rocks?" I gesture toward the bar, hoping to pique your interest and perhaps learn more about what brings a beautiful assassin like you to my party.

It's a joke