ITT: We are our avatars.

Samus: Good, good. And how well are you at working with people who aren't your own species?

Scar: I can work with them.

Charlie: It's fine, no biggie.

Samus: Alright. Last question is going to be unorthodox, so bear with me on it.

Let's say you come across a fat, jolly man. He has a white beard, is wearing a big red coat, and is carrying a big sack full of toys. He walks towards you while reaching into the bag.

What would your first response be?

Scar: Unless you paid me to kill him, I see no reason to do anything.

Samus: Perfect. Welcome to Kerberos, Mr. Scar-tail.

Scar: What are my orders?

Igno: I mean, that sorta stuff sounds fun, but, ah... I dunno, I've been living for years in Nether Vegas and I never actually did that kinda thing. I'm the worst demon ever >.>

Samus: We're currently going through odd-jobs that our employers are posting for us to give our newer employees necessary training and our older ones a bit of a vacation. Talk to someone like the captain or check our bulletin board for updates on which ones have openings. Until then, get to know who you're working with. We have eccentric members, but you'll be glad to have them working with you when the time comes.

Scar: Alright. Thanks for the opportunity.

-Leaves the office-

Charlie: Huh, that's surprising. I figured you dudes were into that stuff.

Igno: Whaddaya mean?

Charlie: Dirty stuff, I mean.

Igno: We are, a whole damn lot. I just seem to be the only one bad at it >.>

-Samus nods, and gets back to work-

-Later on, Samus is at Tifa's bar, enjoying a bit of time off of work-

-Scar is getting a bite to eat, watching Red's show-

Samus: Didn't expect to see you here.

Scar: Why?

Charlie: Heh, fair enough.

Say, I think I'm going to head to the bar. Want to come with?

Samus: It's usually ladies who watch his shows.

Igno: Uh, sure?

Scar: This place has food.

Samus: True enough.

Scar: Besides...

Charlie: Coolio.

-heads over to the bar and waves to the others-

Sup dudes?