You got a donut?

[Zapp]

You walk up to a door on Fort Bush. Behind it, is the sound of a cloth ripping hard. Or maybe sawing logs. Turns out to be a fat and balding man in his fifties sleeping behind a worn and devoid-of-paperwork desk. You clear your throat discreetly, but he continues snoring. Slamming your hands on the table, he jumps up with a start.

"WHUZZA?! WHO DERE? CESAR, DAT BETTAH NAH BE YOU!! Oh, who you? Hmm? Recruit? Why in da name o' bloody 'ell'd you wanna join this misfit piece o' crap... I mean... err... great. Answer dis quiz, and if you do good, you in."

He shoves a piece of paper into your face, and you look at what it says.

1. Do you like donuts?
2. Do you like coffee?
3. Do you like paperwork?
4. Do you have any flight experience?
5. What is the pay you expect to get from this?
6. What hours do you expect/can you work?
7. Do you have any objections to strapping yourself to a flimsy, piece o' crap Patriot, with downgraded weaponry and upgraded ejection seats? Furthermore, do you have any objections to taking said crappy Patriot, enforcing the law o' Liberty, God, and Chuck Norris, to a mass of people that don't care one way or the other what you do?
8. Are you disgruntled?

You walk over to a line of chairs up against the left wall, take out a pen, and prepare to answer the questions. You notice that the fat-man is asleep again, snoring away.

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OOC:

Well, you wanna join the LPI? You think you got what it takes? Lemme share a secret with you... you could be a 5 year old, who isn't yet potty-trained, doesn't speak fluent English, is ugly, and has a limp, and you would still have what it takes.

Just answer the questions in a funny way. That's what they're there for. You want in, you get in. We don't have any joining requirements, but you will start out in a Patriot, unless I know for a fact that you have good RP.

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