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Q1 - What brings you to request being in a potential Janitor position of our almighty temple. We will work you hard. What have you done to deserve sitting at the janitors console, and hold the almighty mop of cleaning?



Answer : Curiosity, the will to learn and evolve, and pride in my achievements so far.

And deserving something ? The loan for a job well done is a harder job.

Learning and process is life, decay and recline is death. I choose life. 



Q2 - What makes you a superior janitor to everyone else?



Answer : I will tell you if I know. But I suppose you will tell me.

Or not. Mascee ?



Q3 - Do you expect to gain anything besides being being able to wield "THE HOLY WINDEX"?



Answer : Experience, and Insight.



Q4 - What responsibilities do you believe you'll have in the position. (Hint: Scaring away geese is 'not' one of these responsibilities)



Answer : Light in Darnkess, Form in Chaos, Order in Entropy. 

I suppose a lot of ectoplasm stains to remove, too.



Q5 - Out of the pool of Mortals - Is there anyone else you think would be a more experienced janitor than you?



Answer : Several possible names, but I do not have enough data to answer well, and will not speak for others.

DATA PACKET: Job Application - Janitor Position at The Temple of the Damned

Q1 - What brings you to request being in a potential Janitor position of our almighty temple. We will work you hard. What have you done to deserve sitting at the janitors console, and hold the almighty mop of cleaning?

Well personally I'm already accustomed to working like a dog. And I usually pass off a lot of the work to my less than well paid crew. Luckily for me they're only smart enough to operate my ship and have low standards. I've pulled through a lot of close calls. I have a lot of experience all throughout Sirius, doing 'odd jobs' for people, or myself. I've achieved all my goals and I believe the work I've put into my career and my ship have kept me afloat. I plan on keeping myself in the skies regardless...save for some divine intervention of course. You want precision, skill, cunning, and even *gulps* obedience, there are few I'd rather give mine to.

Q2 - What makes you a superior janitor to everyone else?

Well my experience of course. I've become pretty good with making do with what us mere mortals have at our disposal. Despite that life's gotten a bit harder and harder for an old pirate like me, I've stuck it out. I know my crew, and my old rusk bucket Argo can take just about any beating you put to us. In fact that's what we're best at!

Q3 - Do you expect to gain anything besides being able to wield "THE HOLY WINDEX"?

It would be bold of me to say I expect more, but bold is where I live. Of course I would relish any chance to gain the invaluable experience that comes with even setting eyes upon the home of the immortals. And if I may be so bold, to gain the trust of the ancient ones, would be something I would feel blessed to achieve.

*coughs, take a puff from his corn cobb pipe*

Q4 - What responsibilities do you believe you'll have in the position. (Hint: Scaring away geese is 'not' one of these responsibilities)

Well I love the tough jobs. I am prepared to work to the bone cleaning offices, arranging files, changing garbage cans, sweeping and mopping, scraping gum off the underside of desks, even fixing the odd bit of office equipment. I've done a decent job modifying my old Pelican, as I'm pretty handy with a screwdriver and flashlight. I also have plenty of experience brewing coffee, I have a machine on my own bridge to keep the drones *coughs, looks around* I mean, my crew awake and aware on our long voyages. Of course, I am prepared to serve in any facet the overlords deem necessary. Give me a purpose, and I shall fulfill it!

Q5 - Out of the pool of Mortals - Is there anyone else you think would be a more experienced janitor than you?

Hardly! I started as Zoner in the Taus. After working with some miners, I thought I saw it all. When the ore lost its sparkle, I moved on as a Freelancer. I was wayward, but as time went on I even tried to be a Privateer. Eventually I found the Junkers, and they became like a 2nd family to me. They taught me some neat things and I learned a few tricks, that I employed myself as a pirate, mercenary, and now special 'general mayhem' operative for hire. I've flown everything I can think of, started in a fighter, and I've stood on the bridges of some of the largest battleships in Sirius...But nothing compares to the thrill of making a name for yourself, which I know is possible even in a tiny beat up old Pelican. It may not be piracy, espionage or bounty hunting, but if this job is dangerous, then its up my alley and count me in!

Willie sat at the Mixtape’s console with his lower lip puckered out, a bit of Future thumping in his quite antiquated Beats® Solos, ®™ scrolled through the local wanted ads before one caught his eye. The latest ones were involving sex changes and the exchange of money too often for his tastes.

Now dis’ be fo’ a trap brotha, ye.

He leaned up and put the Swisher to his lower lip, smoke outlining the curves of his pronounced cheeks. Willie had a reputation for looking for side work in public places. They always had some less than legal ties worth milking.

Ain’t even got no mug-time fo’ dis? Shi’, le’go.

Quote:Q1 - What brings you to request being in a potential Janitor position of our almighty temple. We will work you hard. What have you done to deserve sitting at the janitors console, and hold the almighty mop of cleaning?

You brought dis ad, mane. If you frontin', you gon' git bust'd. Mane, I’ma tell you, only time dis’ hood get on his knees when he shootin’ dem needs. I run hard fo’ dat dream, kno what I mean? Dat hustle keep me in da game, and I keep a brotha’s back, kno wha’m sayin’? Dat mop clean a flo’ jus’s well it clean a face, mane, we seen dat. My boi, chu ain’t seen a harder workin’ brotha, beleeeeee dat. Don’ call me “Toothpaste” fo’ nothin’, look a’dem wrists, ish be CLEAN, bra.

Q2 - What makes you a superior janitor to everyone else?

No rats, boi. God’s blessin’ all dem trap brothas, ain’t got room fo’ snitches'n bros can’t keep demselves in check, know what I’m sayin’? I keep ‘em all in line, don’ need to let Chiquita speak when you got me in dem barracks. If dat’s what’chu feelin’, I got’chu.

Q3 - Do you expect to gain anything besides being able to wield "THE HOLY WINDEX"?

I ‘spect if Windex came in .45, I be jus’ fine wit it as-is.

Q4 - What responsibilities do you believe you'll have in the position. (Hint: Scaring away geese is 'not' one of these responsibilities)

Man, I do whateva brotha need, know what I’m sayin’? N’I keep it low.

Q5 - Out of the pool of Mortals - Is there anyone else you think would be a more experienced janitor than you?

Dis one time, I met a lil’ dime leadin’ dat Rheinspacevacuum outfit in Texas, and man, she clean dat ish up like it a broad’s duty.

Willie pushed the console away when he heard the light taps of Bun's heavy potato-and-gravy chiseled frame on the metal floor behind his chair. His mouthy breathing tossed the curls of smoke into a chaotic dance.

"Don' worry, bra, ain't no tranny ad."

Bun raised his eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

"I got baby mamas. Cut da' tape, nappy-headed ho."