No; I am the evil clone.
No; I am the evil clone.
I interviewed a candidate this morning and kept a running gag going through the whole hour. Both he and my shadow interviewer seemed to appreciate my attempt to keep the process light-hearted.
Why stop there? Anyone that requires any help of any kind from any other person should be immediately executed. We’re rugged individualists, not a bunch of socialist pussies!
What’s your problem, Ev? They were selected thusly!
Paywall.
Those are the wrong documents!
I keep my electrons in little bottles called “batteries.” When I need photons, I cause some electrons to pass through a photodiode.
No need to imagine, I’ve done it myself!
Are you the wasp whisperer? The wasperer?
Well if there’s a baseball cap and bowling shoes and tennis bracelets then there’s surely some sort of attire unique to that activity
And what if I’m 10? I’m ten four times, which makes me extra ten.
Why? It works as a corollary - there’s no logic involved in any of the stages described.
And I’ve had a wasp sting me just because I deserve to get fucked, I suppose. It just flew up, landed on my hand, sting me, then fucked off back to whichever circle of hell whence it emerged. There were dozens of other people around, but the allergic teenager was the only one who needed to have their weekend ruined.
If they’re gullible enough to be suckered into it, they can similarly be suckered out of it - but clearly the effect would not be permanent.
*Beeality
Also, wasps will just sting you because “fuck you.” Fuck that. Burn in heck.
They did you a favor