Liberty Police, Inc. Applications Office

[Pinko]

Jim looked up from the paper to the would-be R&A officer. Eyes never leaving Kriss' face, he slowly leaned back, set the paper face up on his desk, and settled into his chair. So he sat for a small eternity, staring directly at the space between the poor kid's eyes.

"Aww, c'mon, Jim, give the kid a break." Karl Agathon chanced past Jim's office, and not a moment too soon. Poor Kriss was breaking out in rivulets of sweat under the force of Jim's gaze.

"I'm...not...finished...." Jim, still staring, reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a beautiful gold filigree case. "Do you know what this is, Kriss?"

Kriss shook his head. No, he didn't know, but he was sure Jim would tell him.

"Darn right I will. This here box holds the crushed and destroyed dreams of thousands of applicants." Jim reached back into his drawer and pulled out another, less ornate box. "This one here is full of happy things. Like the absence of paperwork. Leisure time. This thing I've never seen but hear is amazing: 'Sleep'. Pick one."

Kriss was somewhat confused, but didn't want to mess up now. Was it a trick? A sort of test? Most likely... could he really mess up? Is his fate really sealed between choosing two boxes? He then took a deep breath and manages to stop the sweating. He then taps with his fingertip the Golden box, with the most serious attitude he could give to himself, remaining silent.

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.