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You know, I've done a whole lot of awful shit in my life. Not like, fuckin evil. Well. Maybe some of it was fuckin' evil. But in this particular case I mean y'know. 'low'. One time went six months without washing my clothes because I had a full bottom of lemon juice and a box of wet wipes. Another time I pretended to be an alcoholic so I could eat the cookies at the meeting, which made it awkward when I told the group leader I was going for a drink when I left.

Then there was the time that I wanted to go to the bar and was totally broke, so I sucked the change out of the slot of the vending machine in my apartment complex, and the time I told said bar my name was 'Bravis Bouchdown' in hopes they'd let me start a new tab.

But none of that shit compares to what I signed up for today. I think I've reached rock bottom, here. I can't think of anything more degrading than this.

[Video comes on. It's Travis in what appears to be a public bathroom, dressed like Santa Claus. His sunglasses remain on.]

Ho ho ho, motherfuckers.
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 [The video feed starts, focusing on a blank wall. Rustling can be heard for a few seconds before Travis moves into few, slapping a generic anime poster onto the blank wall. One so sugary in appearance that prolonged exposure might cause the viewer's teeth to hurt.]

So. I've been here about two weeks now. Thankfully that has been long enough for the fucking subtle sense of panic to go away, allowing me to shut the hell up occasionally since I don't have keep talking so I don't dwell on the whole other universe shit.

Unthankfully, even being in an entirely new universe hasn't quenched my appetite for having a bunch of pointless shit everywhere and it hasn't fucking taught me to improve my spending habits since I blew through that weekly payout pretty fucking quick.

[He turns around after successfully fastening that poster to the wall.]

So, to avoid having to eat cat food on a regular basis, I should probably look for a job, and I figure the place full of people in the same boat is probably a good place to look for hints. Also I won't have to explain why I don't have a goddamn suit. So here's my job's history. And even though there is no way for any of these to be verified, I did not make any of them up. Honest.

[The video cuts out for a switch to the must more professional format of text.]

Lucha Libre Wrestler
Coconut Collection Technician
Lawn Care Specialist
Sanitation Engineer
Economic Health Adviser
Gas Station Technician
High Explosive Removal
Feline Retrieval Expert
Motivational Instructor for Major League Baseball Team
Scorpion Removal
Stunt Jumper
Pest Control Expert
City Sewage Engineer
Rapid Pizza Transportation Technician
Beam Katana Combat Tutor at University Level
Steak Preparation Expert
Flooring Installation Technician
Astronaut

There, pretty sure that's all of them. I might have forgotten a couple.
 



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[The video feed flicks on, showing Travis, his face contorted in rage and confusion. He shakes the communicator.]
 
What the fuck? Or rather where the fuck I guess! One minute I’m slicing some huge mascot-looking douche in half and making his baby-toothed ass explode all over the skyline, and the next minute I’m in some room full of pamphlets! Boring pamphlets! Not even the kind about STDs or anything!
 
So first I thought I was dead, but I guess that ain’t the case considering the lack of fire and tiny imps pitchforking my ass... 

[he positions the video so it can display his ass briefly]

see? no forks there! So I must be alive, unless I’ve been severely fucking misinformed about what Hell is like!
 
So what the fuck is going on?

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