Zesty Assassin

At first glance, he’s harmless. He slips quietly into the room, nods politely and blends in. Approachable. Hospitable. 

And then: BANG! A roundhouse kick of lime smacks you across the palate. No warning, no apologies. Before you’ve caught your breath, the zesty assassin is already jabbing, hooking, pummeling you with another lime, and another. Just when you think it’s over: UPPERCUT! A waxy, zesty finish leaves you seeing yellow stars.

By the time you realise what happened, he’s gone. Off into the shadows, off to punish the next unsuspecting victim who dared mistake him for ordinary. This one will zest your limits.