A bright blue flashes and before you know it, you’re in… Wilford Warfstache’s interview room?
“Oh Lord,” someone murmurs from behind you. You turn around to see a humanoid figure in a blue and gold suit, the colors perfectly split down the middle. They have an old-timey projector for a head. Sure. That’s totally normal.
“You… are you waiting to be interviewed?” They adjust their tie and move their head back and forth, presumably looking around. “Wilford! Wil?”
They shout his name a few more times, going from door to door. Eventually, they give up and return back to you.
“I’m sorry for all the confusion. I’m Z, Wilford’s coworker and the secondary interviewer,” they sign. They take a seat and motion you to do the same. “How may I help you?”










