assassin, weakness

"Oh, look, there's Charlie."

"Who?"

"Charlie, that fat guy on the pavement opposite."

"Hmm, I wouldn't call that fat, would you? More like chubby."

"Fat, chubby...whatever. There's more of him as should be. He has a weakness for jam doughnuts."

"He's coming this way."

"Damn. I hope he doesn't see us, he gives me the creeps. Give me that menu. Quick!"

"He's gone."

"Thank god.

"I think he noticed you were hiding, though."

"Oh damn, I hope not!"

"Why do you dislike him?"

"It's not dislike, really. He makes me uncomfortable. Do you know that he rolls in money, but he doesn't have a job?"

"So? Maybe he inherited?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know him well personally, we've met at parties, you know, but nothing more. But Sarah knows him quite well."

"And Sarah is your cousin, right?"

"No, Farrah is my cousin, Sarah is the daughter of my mum's oldest friend.

"Oh, right.  So, Sarah knows Charlie well..."

"Yes, and she told me one night, but she was drunk, and denied it when I asked her about it later; well, she said that Charlie is an assassin."

"What?  You're pulling my leg, right?"

"No, I swear it.  That's what she said, but later she said I was talking through my nose and that she's never said anything like that about Charlie."

"But who would hire a fat assassin? I mean, he can't leap tall buildings and creep stealthily in the dark."

"Who knows?  But anyway, I don't think he would go about it that way."

"How then? Waiter! Check please."

"I think he would waddle up, all amiable smiles and sugar on his chin, and stick a knife in your back."

"Or maybe strychnine in your drink."

"Here, let me pay half of that..."

"No, no, it's my treat. No really! I insist."

"Well, thanks. Next time I'll pay."

"Sure. Ready?  Let's go. Don't forget your coat."

"Oh, thanks. Hey, let's toddle off to Zoot, I believe that we may run into DeeDee there."

"Who's DeeDee?"

"Well, you see...."