Ring, ring...

Mark: hello?
Telemarketer: Hello, can I speak with Mrs. Gaither?
Mark: Sorry, she's not in.
Telemarketer: Can I speak with Mr. Gaither?
Mark: No such person here.

Telemarketer silently slips his hand towards his sword...

Telemarketer: Can I speak with the person who makes the decisions regarding your phone service?

Mark fu, with his cat like senses, feels a slight tingling in his chi, he raises his right eyebrow.

Telemarketer kicks a stool in Mark fu's direction and then slices towards his chest...

Telemarketer: MCI is offering a great deal on local phone service today.

Mark fu slips effortlessly to the right, and thrusts his hand into telemarketers chest, the five point palm of death.

Mark: I'm sorry, but I am not interested, and can you please take us off of your calling list.

Telemarketer stand motionless as blood slowly drips from his lips. He stares with disbelief at Mark fu, and then falls helpless to the ground, dead.

Telemarketer: It will take about seven days to get you off our list.
Mark: Thank you.

Click...

Mark fu stands over the dead body of Telemarketer, his hand out streatched and shaking...

Mark fu: *almost in a whisper* I have avenged you, teacher...