I strode into the building with the quiet confidence that I am well known for.
“Ha ha, suckers!” I called out boisterously. “I’m gonna beat you all and be the World’s Toughest Henchaman! No wait, I’m gonna be the Company Apprentice!” It’s obvious that I’ll win, look how good I look in a pair of glasses and a halfway decent suit. You think any of these other contestants can pull off looking this good? It looks like Wolverine doesn’t even know how to put on a shirt, fercryin’outloud.
I looked around and nobody was there.
Where is everyone?
I shrug. Oh well, I guess that I’ll just bide my time by having a beer. Just one though, I want to remain sharp for the contest which lies ahead.