Here's one of mine from a long while back. Titled "Fried in Butter"
The phone rang. I answered on the second ring.
"Serial Killers Guild, Ed speaking."
My boss answered "Ed, we have a problem. It's the Park Side Strangler. He went hunting without a license."
"That sounds bad."
"It's worse, the vic was paid up on his protection for the year, so we're going to have to pay damages to the family."
"Any special instructions?"
"None, choose your own methods, and trophies are allowed."
I hung up the phone, then grabbed my hockey mask and chain saw.