Applicant Number One:
(Applicant Number 1 bounces happily up to the table and shouts joyfully at Mars and RK.)
Applicant #1: “They call me Mr. Stapley!! P’tink! P’tink!”
(Mr. Stapley made a squeezing motion with his hand as if he were holding a stapler.)
RK: “Uh, that’s nice. I think we’ve seen all we need to, though. We’ll let you know.”
Mr. Stapley: “But, but I’m Mr. Stapley! See? P’tinkP’tinkP’tinkP’tink!”
RK: “Security!”
(Mr. Stapley attacks the table with his imaginary stapler, shouting ‘P’tink! P’tink! P’tink!’)
(Mars and RK simultaneously slide back from the table and assume defensive positions in their chairs (no need to use too much effort by getting up).)
Mars: “Dude, we don’t have security.”
RK: “Yeah we do. Security! Remove, uh, Mr. Stapley from the premises.”
(A Star Wars geek dressed up in a Stormtrooper outfit comes up, salutes, then hauls off the offending applicant who was still going ‘P’tink P’tink’.)
(Mars stared open-mouthed with surprise at the appearance of the Trooper.)
Mars: “Where did you find him?”
RK: “At a convention. I promised him a Special Edition Star Wars marathon, and he followed me like a puppy. Next!”
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