Meanwhile, Barret was at his job interview for a toy store. "Well, Barret. I see that your hobbies are 'Wreckin' shop on punk ass Shinra soldiers', but what's that have to do with working stock at this store?"

Barret tapped the gun on his arm and said, "Decrease in theft."

The interviewer gulped a bit, "Oh...kay....um, what other skills do you have that will help you with this job?"

Barret grinned, "I'm good with kids. Kids love me."

The interviewer smiled, "Really? Okay. Let me give you a scenario. I want you to respond to it as you would in the actual situation. Okay, a group of kids come in and run around the store, taking toys of the racks and throwing them carelessly on the floor. When you confront them, they tell you they're not going to clean up the mess. What do you do?"

Barret stood up and fired off a few rounds into the air, causing chunks of the ceiling to fall to the floor. "Awright, brats! You're gonna clean up your damn mess right now, or I'm gonna fill your little narrow asses with steamin' hot lead, GOT IT?!"

The interviewer sank back into his chair, "Uh, we'll call you...."

Barret nodded, "That means I get the job, right?"

The interviewer only replied, "We'll be calling in a few days to let you know."

Barret shrugged his shoulders, "Awright, then. Have yaself a good day, then."

Barret stepped out of the office as the interviewer promptly fainted.