Liberty's finest

[DBoy1612]

A large looking man walked in to the LPI recruitment office. He was bald, chubby, with a strawberry jelly donut stain in the middle of his shirt, and a coffee mark on his right wrist.

"Eh! Der be tat appli... Appli... Paper thingy dat I write in?"

The women at the desk looked overly disgusted while handing him an application and then ran to the back room.

"Cmon missy! I don't smell tat bad!"

He looked at the paper trying to spell out the words as he read.

1. Do you like donuts?
*drool stain* - Err, oops. Yus I like tem donuts, teh straberry jelly kind!

2. Do you like coffee?
How 'lse am I to wake up in teh mornin'?

3. Do you like paperwork?
I can barely read teh damn things!

4. Do you have any flight experience?
Wats tat?

5. What is the pay you expect to get from this?
I 'erd you had free donuts on break.

6. What hours do you expect/can you work?
Tem I'm not eatin' or drikin 'uff.

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?
'Top askin big questions! I can'ts read em! I'mma just say yus!

8. Are you disgruntled?
Disgr... Disgrun... Wat tat word say!?

He sneezed after reading the last question, snot stains covered the paper. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and yelled;

"Eh Missy! I'm done!"

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Retired Admin
What Dustin now spends his free time doing... Don't hurt me... Though EVEMail me if you play. ^_^