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Crystal Farina, again having lost her waitressing job recently for showing up to work with a snorkel, gets a call from the local phone book company regarding an open advertising position. The following morning, she finds herself prepared to regurgitate what she practiced in front of the mirror of a house she broke into and savaged the night before. But this time, she was to spew her replies upon a neatly trimmed detachable mustached man in his mid to late 40s named Sylvester Riley.



With a pen and paper in hand, Sylvester Riley initiates the interview.



"Qwaao qshaa ag shqa ahk shhkwag"



But Crystal politely interrupts and asks him to repeat the question without the goose call in his mouth. She was barely able to pick up any words.



"Touché. Touché!" the man replies, impressed, with raised eyebrows and a pounded fist to prove it, along with the back and forth motion of his triangle head. It's surprising he didn't jolt up from his office chair and begin clapping powerfully, but that is soon to come anyway.



Ten questions in, Crystal Farina gets sleepy and takes Riley's coat from his coat rack to lay with it on the floor. Sylvester Riley finds this action unacceptable and pulls a bed from the wall and sleeps on it. Crystal Farina, remembering more lines from the night before, begins spewing out her bedtime story about the roach that gets squished in between the pages of a phone book (the local pest control services to be exact).



Immediately upon the story's end, Sylvester Riley rises up and claps so loudly that the company collapses into bankruptcy, adding to his recent bad luck. Just yesterday, he thinks to himself, a girl broke into the house and stole his religion, and even hogged the bathroom for hours on end.



Sylvester Riley shakes his fist at the sky. Crystal Farina joins him.