Rick stepped through the door, holding a file folder in his hands he walks up to the first person he sees.
"Excuse me, I'm here to apply, I understand you are looking for someone with a bit of sarcastic wit and devilish good locks... I don't have much of either, but I can fly... and crack the odd joke."
"I'm from Ontario, done a fair bit of flying around those parts. Kept my head down during the riots there recently, you know how that was... anyway, I go this strange... calling... you might say. Some one popped into my bedroom, pointed this big ol gloved hand at me and said 'You will join the MM...'"
"Now my mother was a religious one, me I'm not so much religious as partial to a good curry, and I'd had one that night. So I could attribute the vision thing to a rather strained bout with gas... but I got to thinking, it was either collect me another Welfare cheque, or get my behind over here and see if you guys were hiring.... so... are you, eh?"
