Working on character development. Hoping for the big breakthrough.
The job interview.
He was a pig-like man in a business suit. Blood dripped from his horns.
"Yes," the young man said timidly. "I will be your slave."
"Slave? We have no slaves. We are enlightened."
The young man sighed inwardly with relief. Perhaps this ordeal would not be so bad after all.
"Are you dynamic?"
"Yes! Yes! I am dynamic!" the young applicant blubbered.
"Beg me! Beg me for the job! Debase yourself!"
"Oh, please. Please." The young man dropped to his knees.
"Are you a team player? Are you a self-starter?"
"I am! I am! Let me be on your team!"
"Give me enthusiasm!"
"I want to be on y..."
"More! More enthusiasm!"
The recent college graduate was utterly overwhelmed with humiliation now.
"I am a determined self-starting team-playing over-achiever!"
Blood was dripping from the interviewer's lips now. He sensed the kill.
"God but I need a job! Oh, lalala nanana blablabla!" he gushed, unable to form real words any longer.
In row upon row of tiny cell-like cubicles, sad-eyed humanoids strained in tight polyester uniforms which clung to their chests and butts as they strained with their various appointed labors. The boy, half-crazed with weeks of unemployed-induced starvation, stumbled into the first cell.
Terror gripped the applicant. What am I to do here?
The mind of Max begins to lose interest, begins to think about horse-racing. He will never get the hang of this fiction stuff. Heads for the refrigerator.