Huge Barkevious Mingo, aka Chaos Dansby the Exterminator, walked into my office, with the anouncement of the free warrior-position in Arizona in his right hand. With an ogre-like expression on his face, he walked towards me, pulled the chair with his left hand and sat down. SPLOOSH!!! The chair was smashed and Chaos Dansby stood up quickly and froze like a statue.
"Ah, yes, hello. Take a s... Forget it. You are here for the position that opened recently, i see. Do you hae any playing experience? Do you know any offensive or defensive playbook?"
"Yess!" Looking to his right and then to the floor: "Whatzaa Pleyyy boock?"
"Ok, here is the thing, Chaos Dansby: You would play on a vital position for the team, but it's really tough. First player on this position got his leg smashed and a few games later he got killed. His replacement got his collarbone destroyed in the very first game he was in."
"THEY WEREH WEACK!!!"
"Some are starting to say that the number 8 may be cursed. Like the black killiard ball, you know..."
"NO! NOT AH CURSE! WEAKNEZZ!!!"
"Hm? ok, so, what makes you think you will do better than them?"
*sigh* "Please sign here, and here, and there. Here we go. Get your number, helmet and training!"