The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

*goes to the bedroom, smelling like a mix of vanilla and death, but smelling a bit better*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*look up while saving my game and smile at him*
Welcome back.

 

[Hubert]

*sighs*

*sits down and writes down a few creative ideas floating around brain*

I need to get a job or something...at least something to keep me occupied.

 

[Sgt Floyd]

I feel sticky and covered in cheap perfume

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

At least you're smelling better now, although I would prefer if you were back to normal

 

[Sgt Floyd]

I guess. I should have listened to you and not touched anything. I bet that stuff really was some kind of strain of zombie virus...

 

[Hubert]

*checks the help wanted section of the paper*

Let's see here...dancer...receptionist...secretary...auto mechanic...

Sheesh...a fellow tries to find a job and this is what he's greeted to?

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*sigh, turning off the PSP*
Next time, just listen to me when I say something along the lines of "don't touch anything", okay?

*put the PSP away*
I just hope Rex won't be too mad and that he will help you.

 

[Hubert]

What happened to the usual "help wanted at fast food restaurant" or "job open for store clerk"? Now we only have "ballet dancer needed for live production" and "assistant auto mechanic for Mark Jones"...

*checks an employment website*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

(Johnny could teach Hubert how to be a mechanic...Sarge can't though )

Well, I'm sure he would help me, but probably be extremely mad at the same time