• Skippy Mcgee was sitting in a cluttered office, staring dully into the eyes of a poorly dressed, middle aged man with a moustache. The man was making clicking noises with his tongue and staring down at a piece of paper.

    Man: So, Mr. Mcgee, it says here that you are a graduate from Harvard Law School. Is that correct?

    Skippy (with a straight face) : Yes sir.

    Man: Quite impressive. And here it says that you have worked with the FBI for twelve years as an agent, and the CIA for 5. It says here in your job description “killing people.” is that also correct?

    Skippy: Yes sir.

    The man muttered to himself in a creepy fashion. Skippy stared back at him as he shuffled through more paperwork.

    Man: And it says here you have a drivers license and a car, is that correct?

    Skippy: Yes sir, I own a Veyron Bugatti

    The man gives a surprised look to Skippy.

    Skippy: Uh.. It’s parked in the back.

    Man: I see… Well then Mr. Mcgee, you meet the qualifications and are able to work here with us.

    The man stood up and held out his hand.

    Man: Welcome to Pizza Shack.

    Skippy held out his hand tentatively and shook the man’s hand.

    Man: Excellent! Let’s go straight to work then!

    He leads the way out of the office and hands him a pizza box.

    Man: Now, take this to 673 Burger Drive. We have a policy that the pizza must be delivered in half an hour, or it’s free. I trust you’ll make it in time?

    Skippy: Yes, of course! I have a GPS in my car, so it should be no problem!

    Skippy takes the pizza, and whistling, he leaves the store.

    Skippy: In retrospect… maybe I shouldn’t have lied about owning a car when I didn’t have one… Oh well.

    He meanders across the street and cuts through a dark alley way. Halfway through he spots a hobo, halfway emerged in a dumpster.

    Hobo: Hey mister, you got any spare change?

    Skippy looks at the hobo and fiddles around in his pocket looking for anything. He looks at the hobo guiltily, then looks at the pizza box. The aroma of the delicious pizza fills his nostrils. He looks back at the hobo.

    -five minutes later-
    Hobo: This pizza is really tasty!!

    Skippy looks at his new found friend and shifts around in the dumpster. He takes another bite of the delicious pizza.

    Skippy: Yeah, it is. I am so glad that I decided to work there!

    He shifted uncomfortably, remembering that he was probably fired. Then he looked at the last slice of pizza and shrugged.

    Skippy: Oh well… it was totally worth it.

    Skippy bade goodbye to the hobo, gave him his Pizza Shack hat, and wiped a rotten fish head off his sleeve.

    Skippy: I’ll see you later… uh…

    Hobo: The name is Rupert Von Frederickson IV. And you?

    Skippy: Skippy Mcgee.

    Rupert: Pleased to meet you!

    Skippy shook Rupert’s grimy hand, turned, and walked away into the setting sun, formulating a plan on how he would tell his room mates how he just got fired. He would probably include ninjas. Ninjas were always convincing. And an elaborate scheme of how he saved the President’s life.