« So… Your name is Christopher Chambers. »
« Hm… Yeah. »
« And you are applying for… »
« Well, hum.. I didn't really make up my mind yet. I'm willing to do whatever jobs there are here! » he concluded with a smile as he wiped his hands on his pants conpulsively for the twentieth time.
« Good. But, sincerely, do you have a preference? »
« Hm… I'd like to work with the machine that cuts the deck of cards. »