2026-2-26 on choosing to use humor to accept not pursuing a job :-) it is a satire

Singer A: Aiya, baby! Look at ol' Cthulhu with his clipboard in his hand, uh-huh!
Singer B: nuqneH! Working for the SBDC, the most dishonorable guild in the land!
Singer A: He’s pitching thirty-year loans, a dark magic from '76, sweet mama.
Singer B: Saying "Sign upon the dotted line," but a warrior ignores his PetaQ tricks!
Singer A: Elen síla lúmenn', but that fella ain't taking the bait, no way.
Singer B: He won't be another tentacle for the weak Federation state!
Singer A: They want him for a tenth of what his time is actually worth, lord almighty.
Singer B: To push around the ink? There is no glory in that on this earth!
Singer A: Thirty percent documentation just to get his pay, it's a crying shame.
Singer B: That would drive a free spirit to battle, or just walk away!
Singer A: It's another slimy tentacle wrapped around your sweet life, uh-huh.
Singer B: Compounding all that interest, adding to the blood and strife!
Singer A: You pay a whole lot of nothing till the thirty years are through, little darlin'.
Singer B: Then the haha Boogeyman comes to claim his vengeance from you!
Singer A: But that hound dog sees the trap, he sees right through the scam, yeah.
Singer B: He'd rather be a glorious goofball than part of their grand plan.
Singer A: A colossal step backwards to join the state machine, namárië.
Singer B: The most cowardly setup that the Empire has ever seen!
Singer A: He told the monster "No, I do not need the gig, thank you very much."
Singer B: "Go sell your spooky loans to some other weak-minded guinea pig!"
Singer A: Haha, Boogeyman! Keep your blue suede paperwork and rules.
Singer B: This free spirit's flying a Bird of Prey right past the ship of fools!
Singer A: Imagine a sea monster, mellon, in a button-down and tie.
Singer B: Trying to trap a wild soul, but the warrior's spirit is too high!
Singer A: No ballooning payments for this independent soul, uh-huh, baby.
Singer B: He's keeping all his spoils of war, he is staying in control!
Singer A: So pack up your briefcase, you cephalopod clerk, yeah.
Singer B: This warrior is way too formidable for your dishonorable desk work!
Singer A: He has left the building, leaving all the fees!
Singer B: And the government Cthulhu can go sink back in the blood seas! Qapla'!

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Singer A: Aiya, baby! Look at ol' Cthulhu with his clipboard in his hand, uh-huh! Singer B: nuqneH! Working for the SBDC, the most dishonorable guild in the land! Singer A: He’s pitching thirty-year loans, a dark magic from '76, sweet mama. Singer B: Saying "Sign upon the dotted line," but a warrior ignores his PetaQ tricks! Singer A: Elen síla lúmenn', but that fella ain't taking the bait, no way. Singer B: He won't be another tentacle for the weak Federation state! Singer A: They want him for a tenth of what his time is actually worth, lord almighty. Singer B: To push around the ink? There is no glory in that on this earth! Singer A: Thirty percent documentation just to get his pay, it's a crying shame. Singer B: That would drive a free spirit to battle, or just walk away! Singer A: It's another slimy tentacle wrapped around your sweet life, uh-huh. Singer B: Compounding all that interest, adding to the blood and strife! Singer A: You pay a whole lot of nothing till the thirty years are through, little darlin'. Singer B: Then the haha Boogeyman comes to claim his vengeance from you! Singer A: But that hound dog sees the trap, he sees right through the scam, yeah. Singer B: He'd rather be a glorious goofball than part of their grand plan. Singer A: A colossal step backwards to join the state machine, namárië. Singer B: The most cowardly setup that the Empire has ever seen! Singer A: He told the monster "No, I do not need the gig, thank you very much." Singer B: "Go sell your spooky loans to some other weak-minded guinea pig!" Singer A: Haha, Boogeyman! Keep your blue suede paperwork and rules. Singer B: This free spirit's flying a Bird of Prey right past the ship of fools! Singer A: Imagine a sea monster, mellon, in a button-down and tie. Singer B: Trying to trap a wild soul, but the warrior's spirit is too high! Singer A: No ballooning payments for this independent soul, uh-huh, baby. Singer B: He's keeping all his spoils of war, he is staying in control! Singer A: So pack up your briefcase, you cephalopod clerk, yeah. Singer B: This warrior is way too formidable for your dishonorable desk work! Singer A: He has left the building, leaving all the fees! Singer B: And the government Cthulhu can go sink back in the blood seas! Qapla'!

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