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"NEXT!!"
"Alright, number 422, your name is…"
"Bruce!"
"Right. Bruce. Okay, looking here I see that you are trying out as
an 'underrepresented' morph species… I'm sorry, Bruce, but we have
several dog-morphs."
"No worries, mate, I'm a dingo!"
"A dingo… okay. Aussie—so you're a marsupial, then?"
"No way! I'm the largest land predator in the outback!"
"Umm… okay. Sorry."
"No worries."
"So let's try a little improv. Here's one. You're in Keeptowne, and
the Duke has sent you with an important message to deliver to Misha.
As you are rushing through the courtyard, you run into an old friend,
who waves to you. Alright? Go."
"G'day mate! Sorry can't stop t' chat, but the Duke has me flat out
like a lizard drinkin' at the moment."
"Wait, wait, wait. Cut. Cut. What's all that?"
"I'm just sayin' I'm busy."
"Well, can you just say that without all the slang. This is more a
northern European flair we're going for."
"By crikey, if I don't speak like an Aussie, how will they know I'm a dingo?"
"Look, I'm sorry I can't help you if your just a wild breed of dog
brought by humans across the Torres strait."
"Maybe I could wear a hat!"
Sigh. "Next!"
