You stand your ground and the person enters the room. It's Captain Midget and he's no taller than you are. "I'm here about your ad in the paper." you say. "What would I want an ugly mutt likt you for?" ask Captain Midget, "We'll, it's not like anyone else is going to reply to my ad. Alright, you get the job. Under one condition. I own a club called The Katz. You can wash the dishes over there for me." (sarcasm) Ooohh! That sounds like fun!

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