"Ah, Mister ... Kiteman, is it?"
"No, I think that's probably a Mega Man villain. It's Kietzmann."
"Oh dear. Please accept my apology."
"Okay, but I'm not returning it."
"You're not returning what?"
"Why would you apologize?"
"No, I mean you gave me your apology and now it's mine. It's sort of a joke, a play on words?"
"Ah. You're a funny one."
"Yeah. I mean, no. Not in that way. Or whatever you were thinking. Right."
"Which position are you interested in?"
"Uh, the Finnish Sales Chart Tracker. "
"Do you have any prior experience?"
"Yes, I followed and wrote about the Japanese sales charts for Joystiq. I did it for round about 8 months, I'd say."
"Any computer skills?"
"Absolutely, the internet is practically like a second language to me! I have lots and lots of skill-sores."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Skill-sores. I have them."
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"But, isn't it a good thing?"
"Well, I'm not sure, really. Are they contagious? It sounds like they would be."
"No, I ... I don't believe so. At least not in my line of work, I'm-a-ho."
"You're a what!?!"
"In my honest opinion, you know?"
"I don't think that's the sort of thing you can have an opinion on, son. Either you are or you aren't... and I'm not even sure how you manage to be one."
"Well, I've had years of experience and, if I can speak frankly, I find it's easy once you know who your audience is. You just need to use the right words, a-fake."
"You use a fake one? Is that how you manage to fool your, ahem, audience?"
"No no, as far as I know."
"You're not even sure anymore? That's just sick!"
"I'll tell you what. You get your sore-covered body of filth and trickery out of my office and I'll pretend this never happened."
"I see. I guess that's goodbye then."
"Also, since you're pretending this never happened, can I get a do-over?"