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[shutuptowel]

[Look! It's Martin! Without his towel for once (thank god). Instead he is sitting at a desk covered in torn-open letters. Both his elbows are on the desk, head in his hands. His fingers curl and tug at his hair as he stares, wide-eyed and very clearly distraught at the various letters.]

27... I have been rejected 27 times. [He whips around to look

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[revetment]

Oh, Martin. That's not pathetic.

[shutuptowel]

I'm having a very hard time trying to figure out if this is sarcasm.

[revetment]

I'm entirely serious, Martin. The economy is in a very bad state. You're not alone.

[shutuptowel]

27 rejections doesn't seem like a normal occurrence...

[watersmoothed]

Which problem?

The job thing, or the whole "inanimate objects talking to me" thing?

[shutuptowel]

I'd rather not mention the second issue.

[watersmoothed]

But you mentioned it a few seconds ago.

[shutuptowel]

Yes. Well...

It's okay for me to do it.

[bearswitness]

What would you need money for, can't you steal or something.

[shutuptowel]

What?! N-No! Why would-No!

[bearswitness]

Here's a thought try for a job at a restaurant and when they loathe you too much to hire you leave without paying. I like that one.

[shutuptowel]

[Just STARES AT THE COMM in UTTER SHOCK]

[aintnorest]

I've never really had a problem acquiring money.

Maybe you're just looking in the wrong line of work. I'm sure you have some kind of skill, don't you, Martin?

[shutuptowel]

[Oh god it's that one lady... hurm. Act... normal Martin...]

I used to be an accountant.

[aintnorest]

How boring!

But that's a skill, isn't it? Playing with numbers? No one wants to hire you to do that?

[shutuptowel]

Not with my... powers.

[mmmmnachos]

im a barista and i dont even know what the hell that is

[shutuptowel]

How did you even manage that?

[mmmmnachos]

p sure its because i dress like they do except unironically.

[shutuptowel]

You think I'll get a job if I dress like that?