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[assholic]

Looking for work.

Previous Experience: phone operator, temporary office assistant, fast food worker, college bartender, sandwich board holder, private investigator, professional asshole.

Skills: owns own camera, capable of tolerating other assholes, not too up my own ass to do dirty work.

Special Skills: Specifics given upon request if I damn well feel like it.

Contact with offers. Anything related to strip clubs will result in learning how quickly I can track you down and hurt you with my special skills.

Comments

[priorly]

Well I'd suggest landscapes, but views don't pay for something to put on their wall.

Businesses might, though. Some of the clubs in the enter- oh, wait, you're in Wyver. Well, I'm sure there's some culture there among the overgrowth.

[assholic]

Really? Elitism already? On a planet that isn't even yours? What next, Starbucks?

[priorly]

I told you what that place did to my hair.

And who are the Starbucks when they're at home? Dance troupe?

[assholic]

... Do not tell me you know about Trump, but the caffeine elite has escaped you.

[That just seemed wrong. You were ruining her perception of you, Prior.]

[priorly]

I know Trump because he's cuddlebuddies with Roy Cohn, New York's least celebrated closet case. It was 1986 when I left, and as far as I recall, coffee wasn't a weapon in class warfare.

Though if the future's so caffeinated it could explain all the anger issues.

[assholic]

'86? Wow. Lucky you. You missed out on Trump's greatest hits. Starbucks is like the McDonald's of coffee shops. Overfranchised, expensive as shit for what it is, and pretty much one on every corner. Especially in a city like New York.