"Ten of you set off on the most grueling job application process the blogosphere has ever seen," I said dramatically. "You two are all that's left. And now, one of you, like eight before, will be fired. Are you ready to find out who will be The Company Apprentice?"
That cued the theme song music, and the live studio audience began cheering.
"The world has been waiting," I read from the teleprompter, "for weeks, and we have finally arri--Was that Jimmy Fallon?"
We all waited as security escorted the so-called comedian from the premises.
"Now, we have finally arrived," I continued, "at the moment where somebody will be hired."
There was more cheering, and a gasp from Jon.
"Gyrobo," I spoke the name of everyone's second favorite robotic clown. The audience cheered, and there were a few screams admitting to feelings of love for the oddball.
I waited for the enthusiasm to die down, and moved on, "And Professor Xavier." The audience cheered once again as I spoke the name of everyone's fourth favorite rumored sex offender.
Once the crazy outburst calmed, I began my judgment. "You two have out performed all the others, and you're both showing me today, in this boardroom, how much you truly want to be The Company Apprentice. Gyrobo, I appreciate you dressing up as a woman in an attempt to lure me into hiring you. Mind you, hiring females can come with so my legal technicalities. And Professor, the mustache is a great touch. It makes you look truly....well, something. I just don't know what."
"Ah, stuff it Bennett," said the bald teach.
"It's Bennet," I corrected him.
"I believe I will spell your name however I choose," he replied, "after all, I'm the one with the gun."
The audience cheered enthusiastically. Someone shouted, "I love being shot!"
The Haitian tensed. "It's okay," I said to my trusty foreign friend, and he relaxed back in his chair. "Why the violence, Professor?"
"We all know you're going to hire Gyrobo. This so-called contest is rigged," he explained. "So, I thought I'd take matters into my own hands. I don't need a job this badly, but I would enjoy the parking space in the city that comes with it. I'm not one for the subway, and I can't rightly walk in my condition, and taxis....forty dollars for a ride into Manhattan?"
"Well, actually," I said, "the job doesn't come with a parking space."
"Oh," Charles lowered his rifle. "Well, carry on then."
"But you shouldn't worry. I really haven't made up my mind yet, and this contest definitely isn't rigged."
The audience erupted into applause.
"Oops. Sorry 'bout that Mr. Bennet," the crewman in charge of the applause sign said embarrassingly.
"You're fired!" I said to the schlub.
"Hey, you can't fire me. I'm with the union," he replied in a thick Brooklyn accent.
"Why didn't we think of that?" Jon mumbled to the other former contestants sitting on the loser bench.
Mr. Muggles barked.
"Let's get on with this," I took back control of the show. "Now, let's see here. Gyrobo, you did some good work taking down Australia, and by that I mean Koma. Your team man and duck handled Australia's least genius evil genius. Your humiliation of the Queen....did that ever happen? I don't read the tabloids. I'm hoping the plan worked, though. It was a good plan. And a smart move going after the Queen of England. Most people forget that wrinkled bag of bones controls most of world, not just her little island of Brits."
"But," The Haitian interjected, "there was no mention of Rupert Murdoch."
"Yes," I said, looking critically at Gyrobo's clowny little face. "He's perhaps even more of a threat than their border fence. And you let him go on unscathed."
"There just wasn't time to scathe everyone," Gyrobo explained in his defense.
"Now, Professor, you went up against the single most evil and powerful organization on Earth, with perhaps the exception of the Vatican. I'm sure it was a very taxing challenge."
"Boo!" The audience said in unison. I threw my speaker phone at the aforementioned schlub. He quickly flipped a switch and the audience applauded my delightful pun.
"You made excellent use of your X-Men team," I said. "It must be nice to have a special ability for any situation at your disposal like that. That's our ultimate goal here at the Company. However, I'm not sure exactly what Nepharia was doing. A Sith is a far more valuable asset than a mere mutant. They get lightsabers!"
"Well, she..." he began. "...maybe I should reconsider shooting you."
"No need to shoot me, Doc," I assured him. "It's still anyone's game. I want to know why the two of you want this job. Why should I fire the other one? Why should I hire you? You have both given superb performances. And I'd like to see what the other contestants think, too. Who should I hire? How was it working with these two? Let's find out, after this."
And with that, we cut to a commercial break. What happens next in the boardroom? We'll have to wait and see.