You're at your interview to be my homework bitch. Aren't you excited? I pull out the resume you sent me and give you some feedback on it. To be honest, I'm not impressed at all. There are typos all over the place even though it says you had A+ marks in literature. You referenced 3 girls to whom you served as a homework bitch when you were in high school. Unluckily for you, I contacted them and they told me that you were a useless and stupid homework bitch. And it shows. I can tell you lied about your grades and you've never made any girl happy. I do have a job for you though. You're way too dumb for me to trust you doing my homework, but you can sniff up my farts while I study on my own. How does that sound? It seems appropriate for such a loser. Are you surprised? Confused? I completely understand, but I can tell you're excited to serve me even if its not how you imagined. Now then, get on your knees and put your nose in my big ass. For the next 15 minutes, you're nothing but a fart sniffing loser for me to toy with while I study. Inhale dozens of toxic farts while I laugh at you and belittle your meager existence. To think, if only you had a few more brain cells bouncing around in your head, you might be able to serve me in a dignified way. Instead, you are a fart receptacle. Toward the end, I take off my underwear so you can bury your nose deeper. When I get bored of studying, I send you off to be facesat by me until you're out.