"You next interview is here." Buzzes Inga. I hope this one is more promising than the first two.
The door opens to reveal a massive man in a nicely tailored pin stripe suit.
"Hello, I'm Gudanov, thank you for coming." I shake hands with him. He has a firm, business-like handshake. "Please take a seat."
I look over his resume again. "I see that you a barbarian Mr. Banks."
"Please, call me Bob. Yes, I've have considerable experience as a barbaric fighter."
"Good. Good. How would you see yourself fitting in with a group of adventurers?"
"I see myself as the primary offensive asset in melee combat."
"What sort of skills would you bring to that role?"
"I am highly proficient with using two axes in a destructive capacity and can employ a fighting technique I call a 'Blood Rage'".
"Could I see an example?"
Bob looks around the room. "I could attack that chair."
"Okay."
"I didn't bring my travel ax, perhaps I could borrow that C-38 tape dispenser."
"Certainly."
Bob picks up my 3M C-38 tape dispenser and attacks the chair with a fury than can only be described as barbaric, which only makes since for a barbarian. Within a few seconds the chair is reduced to a brutally mangled pile of kindling.
"Nice work Bob."
Bob replaces the C-38 tape dispenser on my desk. "Thank you."
"I think that will do it."
Bob stands up. "Thanks for you time. I hope to hearing from you in the future."
"I suspect you will."