004 || [ voice; ]
Ah, the holidays. That splendid time of year replete with well-meaning hypocrites, the raising of the dead, saints made famous for their preternatural abilities of home intrusion, and suicides. It's no small wonder that children become disillusioned with the season the moment they reach the age of reason.
[ A pause, before he lets out a small, small sigh. ]
Was that sufficiently antagonistic for the season? Have I fulfilled my imaginary "quota" for baseless arrogance disguised as psuedo-intellectualism?
[ And again. ]
Good, then we may now proceed to speak frankly. Though I find myself bereft of any particular attachment to this most festive time of year, the fact of the matter is that I do possess a certain, rather selfish investment in it. As the American New Year draws ever closer, I find myself in the position of needing to hire on more staff to both combat and take advantage of the end of the year rush.
What this means to you, my fellow displaced members of Siren's Port, is that I will be paying a small minority of you to put on a show for my guests during the ringing in of the new year. You are not required to work together, or even speak to your fellow entertainers; anyone with the talent and the will is welcome to show me what they've got to offer.
[ Wryly: ] So, how many of you have any qualms about working for the Devil?