“So, uh, what made you want to join the Korps?”
An ibex in a dashing navy blazer and a comically short matching pencil skirt asked the adorably chunky androgynous leopard gecko sitting across her desk.
“Someone on the hellsite said that you were the ones making all those glasses for, I think he said, uh ‘global sissy bimbo dronification’ and I think that sounds rad as fuck.”
The gecko smiled and blinked, slowly.
“Uhh, sure. Do you have any powers.”
“Last week I realized that if I keep adding water, and salt, and pepper, and veggies, and stuff to a stew, I can keep it going forever!”
The ibex blinked. She was pretty sure that she’d read about that one before. And it didn’t sound like a thing that demanded any sort of superpower. But… that lizard was being illegally cute. And the site was down a cook after he moved to Toronto…
“…alright, uh, sure, sign here, and there, and read this…”
This was going to be a long week.
