Quick, someone write a film noir story.
Yes sir.
Titandrake sat in his office, smoking in the dark, waiting. The soft glow of the cigarette illuminated the pistol on his cluttered desk. A sudden knock startles Titandrake.
"Come in," he mumbles. The door opens, letting in the light, temporarily blinding Tidandrake. He could barely make out the glowing figure, but surely it must be some hot femme fatale who would surely lead Titandrake to his doom. He was wrong.
A ninja stood at the door, a sword drawn. Titandrake rushed for his weapon, but it was already too late. The ninja cut down Titandrake.
"You thought I was some hot deadly woman," the ninja said. "You thought wrong. I am a con man, who is also a ninja." Titandrake was bleeding heavily, gasping on the floor.
"Y-you... ConMan!"
"You should of been prepared."
"...Should have..."
Enraged, the Con Man Ninja slays TitanDrake.
...And that is how Titandrake got ninja'd by a Con Man, film noir style.
