“I applied for a job at an eraser factory last week,” said Fuen.
“Oh aye,” replied Reala. “How did it go?”
“Not sure,” replied Fuen. “It was going well until they asked me what I thought qualified me for the job.”
“And?” pushed Yuffie.
“I handed them a blank resume and told them I thought my work would speak for itself,” sighed Fuen.