"Eep! Eep! Eep! Eep! Eep! Eep! Ee--"

You quickly slap the off button on your alarm clock and look at the red digital display telling you that it's already 10 am. "Uhhhg, that's right," you think to yourslef as you roll back over in your bed, "I have to wake up early and look for a new job..." You haul you body out off bed, scratch your hair and then slowly make yourway to the bathroom in your boxers to take a whiz.

'I still can't believe that Mr. Talimacki fired me from the E-Z Mart! Just because I gave those girls free cigarettes for flashing me their tits... Heh." You smirk to yourself as the image of the two college students lifting their shirts up for your viewing pleasure. The blond had a really nice set , too. Then your jerk of a boss wouldn't even give you a copy of the security tape that he caught you on either.

After finishing your bathroom duties, you go back into the hall and spot your roommate, Tony, sitting at the kitchen table having a bowl of cereal among all the empty beer bottles from last night. Without a word, you raise your hand to wave to him and then open the fridge to be greeted by it's vast emptiness.

"Fridge is empty, Man," Tony says through a mouthful of cereal. "This is the last of the food. S'your turn to buy groceries."

"In case you've forgotten, Ass-hat, I just lost my job yesterday. How am I supposed to buy groceries and pay my half of the rent?"

"You get a job," Tony says before shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. "'ere. I stole this off the neighbor's doormat," he says as he tosses you a copy of today's newspaper. "You can look through the want ads."

"Thanks," you sneer at him as you flip the paper open to the want ads. "You're a real help."

Looking through the paper didn't show anything that looked to be up your alley, namely somewhere you could work without supervision, not need any qualifications, and not have to do any real work. You did spot an ad for a temp agency however that wasn't located to far away, so you got dressed, combed your hair and decided to walk there.

When you arrive, the front office is empty except for three chairs, a small table, and rack of forms and a window with a strikingly good looking redhead sitting there. You walk up to her window. "Hi there," you say as you try to turn on the charm. "I'm here to--"

You are cut off as the secretary (you you now noticed has some beautiful green eyes) holds up her finger to silence you and then points to the sign next to her window.

The sign reads, "PLEASE FILL OUT OUR CAREER APTITUDE TEST AND PLACE IT IN THE SLOT BELOW. THANK YOU!" There was a small smiley face drawn by the thank you and below the sign was the afformentioned slot, a regular mailslot with the shine worn off from being lifted up by so many fingers.

You look back to the secretary and she nods towards the rack of files in the waiting room. You walk over to the rack and look to see that all of the forms on it are the same, saying "CAREER APTITUDE TEST" along the top in bold print. You grab a form, a pen and a clipboard and sit down in one of the chairs to fill out the form.

It all seems to be pretty run of the mill stuff except for the question about how you feel about wearing spandex. It doesn't take long before you are finished and you quietly get back up and deposit the form in the mailslot, peeking through to see it land in a large in-box. As soon as you close the slot, the secretary gets up from her seat, and disappears in the direction of the slot. You are left waiting, wondering if you are going to get an immediate response or if they will contact you.

Ten minutes pass and you are about leave when the redhead appears at the window again. "Mr. Doe? We have your results ready."

You step over towards the window and she slides a folder through the slot under her window.

"Our test results show that you show a high apptitude for the field of Sidekickery, and we're quite excited. It isn't often that we find someone who ranks as well as you in this catagory."

"Sidekickery...?" You say, not exactly comprehending what you're hearing.

"Yes," she says in a very chipper manner. "We have a long list of clients looking for employees willing to work under them and the job has strong possibilities for excitement, fame and great benefits. Unfortunately, we don't find many people to fill them very often. As an employee in strong demand, you could have your pick of employers, Mr. Doe."

You flip open the file that she handed you and begin paging through the papers within. "So when you say, 'sidekickery', you mean, being a sidekick to a hero? A superhero sidekick?" You spot photos of a few of superheroes that you know in the file.

"Or supervillains," the secretary says with a smile. "We're an equal oppertunity employer here and don't discriminate against different viewpoints."

You flip towards the back and spot some photos of villains that you've seen in the paper. Could you really work for a supervillain? Could you work for a superhero? You look back towards the secretary and ask, "You were saying that these jobs will pay well?"

"Oh yes, very," She says with a nod. "And if things don't work out with your first choice, we can always set you up with another client."

"Sounds good to me," you say as you set the file down on her ledge. "Where do I sign up?"

"We can get you started right away! All you have to do is pick who you want to work for!"