Liberty's finest

[Zasalamel]

A man walks into the office with 2 followers by his side.

Hello! I am Quintus Romanus! I've been brought here by some kind of time thingy that appeared in my villa! So... police... *the man notices that the fat man is asleep* Hey, you can sleep after you have desert, but not when you're working! Do you think you will live if you fall asleep in a battle against Carthage? I think not! Hey, wake up!! *he notices the quizzes on the desk* Oh, a test! Dang! I hate tests! Well, I guess I have to do this...

1. Do you like donuts?
Donuts??? Do you mean flamingo holes?
2. Do you like coffee?
Um, Nero! Go check what coffee is in the dictionnairre.
3. Do you like paperwork?
Well, as a Roman Centurion, I don't do a lot of Paperwork. Mostly field work. But, I guess it sounds okay.
4. Do you have any flight experience?
Flight? Do you mean retreat? HA! Do you think any Roman would retreat in a great battle! I sink not!
5. What is the pay you expect to get from this?
Hmm. Enough denarii to pay for my villa bills.
6. What hours do you expect/can you work?
Alot. One time, I had to face a battle for 15 minutes!
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 Liberator, 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?
Mass? As in the plebians of Rome? Anyway, I didn't get that question, so I'm moving along!
8. Are you disgruntled?
Gerrr... Yars I am! I barely get enough money from being a Centurion!

Phew! All is done! Here, sir...... HEY!!! WAKE UP!!!........ Thats does it! Nero! Flavius! Go and lift that man off his seat.
*The Leiggionarres go and try to lift the fat man up. The Leiggionarres struggle*
Nero: Sir! We can't! He- it's heavier than an Onager!!
Quintus: Weak FOOLS! Whatever! Leave him be! No... Leave US be!.... Oh, and Flavius! My wine!!
*Quintus crosses and puts his legs up on the desk and waits patiently*

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