Sey responds to a Help Wanted sign at the local Arby's
G'day mate. I really am from Britain. See, I have proof. I say things like "shag" and "wanker" and "old spice". I need a job, old spice. I need to refuel my child porn munitions.
Did I say child porn? I meant candy and flowers for my loving blonde girlfriend that I impregnated but she magically got an abortion and her father beat me up and she blew her brains out but she's OK.
So do I get the job?
Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just don't spit in the roast beef too much.
Great. So what will I be doing? Combating peeds in a secret under-cover espionage cyber-mission?
