Come in, son. Take a seat. That one's fine.
Your scores are very impressive. Not everyone has what it takes to be a Unicorn Rodeo clown. Acrobatics, good. Tumbling and dodging, fine. Excellent pratfalls. You did seem a little too nervous, though. You DO know they can't touch you? Unless...
Oh.
You realize our insurance won't let us let you go out there... like that? No, I'm sorry, I can't just take your word for it now.
Do you want the job? All right, then. The 'corns don't care how it's done.
Bend over, boy. It's for your own good.
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