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 | Hello, my name's Huxley Chick and I've come about the vacancy that was advertised in the Newbury Evening Echo. | |
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| Ahh, so you want to be the office manager of the space station, very good. May I ask what attracted you to the position? | |
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| Well, the thought of space age broadband connection makes me a bit moist, that and not stinking of streaky bacon all the time. And in my last job I was only allowed to talk to my friends for 10 minutes per day. | |
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| Bit of a porker were you? Sorry, only joking. Anyway, how many jobs have you had in the last 12 months? | |
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| Sixty three, why? | |
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| Goodbye. | |
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