[h2]Jack Morgan, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria[/h2]
Jack sighed. Dealing with primitives was [i]always[/i] a pain. First this one said that she's not yet a member of Shocker+ (a given, really), then she said she was some gibberish primitive title, and then she unsheathed one of her swords before sheathing it again for some reason. Clearly, she was high on at least [i]one[/i] of the drugs on this list.

Mentally filing away the answer to question one as "yes, absolutely", Jack spoke calmly, clearly, and purposefully.
"Alright, honey-- I want you to listen closely. You are on [i]Earth[/i], a planet that isn't yours. You are next to a pizzeria, and I am currently holding a job interview with you. You [i]do[/i] want this job, don't you?"

Jack quickly returned to the professional tone, and continued the interview.
"Question two: are you currently working for, or have you ever worked for a military, militarized company, private military contractor, official criminal organization, street gang, or horde of the damned?"