Another rejection letter, today, did I receive. Sad am I. Work with younglings, I cannot. A negative influence, I would be, they say. Use correct sentence structure, I must. Talk like a 'tard, I do. Fools, they are: mine is the way of the Force. Place subjects and verbs before objects, it does not. Flow, all things, through, it does. MTFBWY :P
Show them, I will. To the cleaners, them, will I take. Hmmm? No, give in to anger, I must not. Anger leads to hate, hate leads to unemployment, unemployment leads to McDonalds. Fries with that, would you like? For a Jedi, it is time to Super-Size as well. When 900 years old you reach, saved for retirement, you ought to have. A swamp, end up living in, you will, otherwise.
--cough, cough, cough--
See me as frail, they do. Remember my ass-kicking light-saber flips, they do not. Also fear for the youngling's safety, they do. A pederast, they suspect of being, me. Comments about having Frank Oz's hand up my ass, made them, I should not. Bombed that interview, I have. Evade authorities, I must. Away put your handcuffs, I mean you no harm. LMGAO!
My last hope, that job was. No. There is another.
<(-.-)>
~YoDa
mAy TeH 4cE B wiT U!
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