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No one seemed to be around, except the long haired kid sharing his cell. The boy was hunched in the corner, arms folded around his stomach. "Hello!" bellowed Prof. Sigger. "I'd like to visit the American Embassy! Unless of course this is the American Embassy, in which case I'd like to visit to the Russian Embassy! Ya neeminoga gavaru parusskie!"
Sigger, we have our interview. Not a thing we can skip." "There's nothing you can say to make me!" Sigger cried, sulking in the corner farthest from Kurt. "In answer to your question, Taco Bell," he replied, looking up from a red 2B. "I think I'm going to puke," Kurt moaned, looking even rattier than before and visibly greener as the pronouncement set in.
Sigger forced a smile to his drawn face. "I take it most people are reluctant to answer your questions without knowing how and why they arrived in a place like this." The room, like the holding area, was also concrete, although this section looked more like an office than a jail. "That long haired fellow," the Lab Coat Man confided, "we pulled him out of a urinal. Dirty trick, really.
Sigger had somehow sneaked passed her as she was searching in her bag for her paper. How anyone that old and lazy could have slipped out without a sound was a mystery to be considered after the wave of rejection and failure had passed and after she made it to her car.
Sigger enter wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard a smirk borne of a thousand cut-throat departmental meetings perched cruelly on his lips. "Allow me," said the latest recruit. "Due to recent vacancies I was offered a post... tenure track, of course! Let me interrogate this capitalist." "I'm a capitalist," Denny said, sternly. "Oh yes, yes," Prof. Sigger replied. He turned to Kurt.
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