Applicant Number Two-Hundred Fifty-One:
Mars: “Can’t we just find one normal person? Is that too much to ask? Is it??”
(Mars was looking up, gesturing towards the ceiling, as if demanding the question of the Gods themselves.)
Applicant # 251: Hi, I’m Sandra Eve, but you can just call me Sandy.”
(Mars brings her gaze down from the ceiling to see a normal looking woman standing before her.)
(RK smiles and takes another chug of her Big Gulp.)
RK: “Heya. You don’t happen to associate any special meaning to the word ‘P’tink’ do you?”
Sandy: “Uh, no. Not beyond it being the sound a stapler makes.”
Mars: “And you’ve never referred to yourself as the ‘Kung-fu Karate Master’, have you?”
Sandy: “Maybe one time when I was really drunk, but other than that…”
RK: “And you consider yourself to be a normal person with normal person tendencies?”
Sandy: “Um, yes?”
Mars: “Oh, thank Gods! Finally!”
(Mars jumps up from the chair and glomps onto Sandy.)
Sandy: “Hey! W-what is she doing?”
(RK leans over the table and looks at Mars who is gnawing on Sandy’s leg, and responds nonchalantly.)
RK: “Um, I’d say she’s trying to chew your feet off so you can’t leave.”
Sandy: “Does this mean my application’s accepted?”
RK: “Yup, I’d say so. Welcome to the Mars&Space House!”
(RK tips back in her chair to finish off the Big Gulp and falls over. She extends her index finger in the air, pointing up from her recumbent position on the floor.)
RK: “Ok, you did not just see that.”
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