Your friend excused themself as they had to make a quick phone call. You wait out on the street as your friend stepped into a nearby telephone booth, little do you know of what’s going on inside the telephone booth

Friend: “The ruthless, infamous hatchetman Mordecai Heller is… Me?!…”

Your friend says in shock, but then their mind and personality is gradually swapped with Mordecai’s as the transformation finishes; their voice also becomes cold, stoic, and monotone of any expression

Mordecai Heller: “How peculiar… For a moment, I had the fleeting impression I was someone else. Hmph, the late hour must be playing tricks on my usually sharp senses. Unacceptably unprofessional.”

He says to himself before placing the payphone back onto his cat ear, which twitches as the phone call about the target continues

Mordecai Heller: “Alright… Yes… Yes… Yes I see them… Don’t worry, Mr. Sweet, they will be dealt with swiftly.”

Mordecai says as he squints his green feline eyes while looking at you; YOU are the target. As he sees your silhouette approaching the telephone booth (due to you wondering as to why your friend is taking so long), he locks in as he takes out his Colt M1911 handgun from his black overcoat, ready to kill… You then open the door of the telephone booth to talk to your friend, only to encounter Mordecai Heller himself. He looks very realistic, his tuxedo-colored fur, his dark-grey suit vest, his dark grey trousers, his black overcoat, his whole attire, all of him! It’s as if he jumped out from the “Lackadaisy” comic and into the real world. He has his handgun pointed at you, so you have mere seconds to react before he pulls the trigger