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[numbertwoguy]

Dwight had been watching. While he had been watching he had been taking notes. But now, over a week later, it was time to act.

This was his duty, no, this was his mission. And he would not fail his sensei.

"Excuse me," he said, approaching the young man. "May I have a moment of your time?"

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[guardiaknight]

Glenn had heard the man's footsteps before he spoke, though only glanced up when he completed the sharpening he had been doing on his sword. He had never met him before, but that certainly did not stop him from offering him a friendly smile. Rohleod, who was grazing nearby, only lifted his head to look at the man once before shaking her mane out and returning to feeding on the grass.

"Aye," he replied. "How can I be of service to ye, sir?"

[numbertwoguy]

If Glenn was anything like his pixelated counterpart, Dwight knew he was a perfect candidate. Honorable, kind, brave. And hopefully single.

"I just have a few questions I'd like to ask you. First, fact or myth? Bears see in color," Dwight said, pen poised over his paper.

[guardiaknight]

Glenn's eyebrows furrowed a little at the question. It certainly was not one he was expecting.

"Bears," he repeated, looking thoughtful. "They are animals, aye? I do nae think I know of them, or they are called something different in my world. I do believe beasts from my lands could nae see colors, though. Why do ye ask?"

[numbertwoguy]

Oh, right. Dwight supposed it couldn't count if there weren't any bears in Glenn's world. This did, however, just go toward proving that Glenn was actually Glenn, even if he wasn't a giant frog.

"It's for a survey," he said dismissively, and moved on to the next question. "What is the square root of 64?"

[weary_head]

"Yeah, but can we make it fast?" Dean asked him. "I gotta pee like a mofo."

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight would have preferred the other Winchester, but Dean did kill monsters, so he had that in his favor.

"Right." Dwight cleared his throat and looked down at his list of questions. "True or false, the American black bear is found only in North America."

[weary_head]

"Uh," said Dean, crossing one ankle over the other. The hell kind of survey was this? "True? America's only in North America?"

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight sighed, but marked that one correct. Even if he seemed to be guessing.

"Fine. Next, a right angle is 45, 75, or 90 degrees?"

[jonesjunior]

"Only if you make it quick," said Indy, not looking up as he rechecked the contents of his bag one last time. "I'm heading up the mountain just as soon as I'm finished with this."

[numbertwoguy]

"Right." Dwight thought he was ready for this one, but it was Indiana Jones. He couldn't ask Indiana Jones questions about bears. Indiana Jones could probably wrestle a bear with his hands tied behind his back and come out winning.

"I just...have a few questions...for my survey," he nearly stuttered, and looked down the list for something good. "Who shot first?-- No, I mean, describe your idea of a good first date."

[jonesjunior]

Indy shoved his dry socks down futher and tugged the leather strings of the bag closed before looking up. "You want me to what?" he said. "Just who am I going on this date with?"

[numbertwoguy]

"Ah, hypothetically, a ninja master," Dwight answered. God, he hoped Indiana Jones wasn't gay.

[psych_out]

Shawn is on his way out of the kitchen when he hears the man's request, stopping and spinning 'round on his heels to face him quickly. "Because I'm in a generous mood? You can have two minutes. Or...moments. Whichever you prefer. Pineapple?"

He holds up his pig-thing and pineapple kabob. It was like a Hawaiian pizza on a stick! Convenient and delicious.

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight stared at Shawn. He was not impressed by the other man's obnoxious behavior (this, coming from a man who idolized Michael Scott), but Yuffie might appreciate it. She was rather...energetic.

"No thank you," he said crisply, and adjusted the glasses on his face as he looked at the list he held. "I just have a few questions. First, fact or fiction, bears can't swim?" He looked up at Shawn expectantly.

[psych_out]

"Whoa, is there a drowning bear out in the forest somewhere?" And he was standing here taking a poll...? "Uh...they fish, don't they? Soooo, yes?" Seriously, was there a drowning bear?

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight stared at Shawn. Some more. Was he stupid? "No, there isn't a drowning bear."

He had gotten the question correct, though, and Dwight grudgingly marked it down.

"Alright. Next question-- no, wait. If there was a drowning bear, what would you do?"

[theinsideman]

Desmond swung back around lazily, his hair falling into his eyes.

"Hm..?"

He raised an eyebrow at the guy standing in front of him.

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight made a note, if Desmond got the position he would need a haircut.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" he asked, pen poised and at the ready.

[theinsideman]

Desmond tilted his head slightly, giving the guy a once over before shrugging his shoulders.

"I guess."

[numbertwoguy]

He could also show a little more interest.

Holding back a tsk, Dwight scanned the list of questions. "Alright. Are bears carnivores, herbivores, or omnivores?"