'So you're looking to work for Lord Kuertian. What position would you like to apply for?' The lobby clerk asked Benjamin. He had glasses and is basically unimportant to the story.
'Position?'
The clerk looked at Ben condescendingly and rolled his eyes. It made him look oddly fish-like.'What job do you want?'
Benjamin considered. Finally he said, 'I don't really know.'
The fishy clerk rolled his eyes even farther into his head, so that only the white was showing. For an instant, Ben let himself imagine the clerk suddenly blinking with a second pair of filmy eyelids, sprouting antennae and feelers like a catfish and leaping straight through the second story window behind him to swim with webbed fingers and feet through a post-apocalyptic world covered with water, from which the tops of buildings protruded like stumps and cypress knees. The clerk was looking at Ben expectantly; he must have been talking.
'I'm sorry, what?'
'I said, do you have any skills? What do you know how to do, what do you do well?'
Ben answered with the first thing that came to mind, 'I can shoot people.'
'Then you'll want to speak with Colonel Haddock.' The clerk opened a drawer in his desk and grabbed a piece of paper. Then he got up and began walking rapidly toward the entrance to a large hallway, beckoning Ben to follow. 'Come on, we'll see if he wants you.'
Honestly, Benji daydreams at the weirdest times... :P
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