Mr. Smith smiles.
"I agree," he says, "I've had that responsibility for a long time."
He stands up, and sighs.
"The truth is, I know I appear as a normal man, but in reality..."
You watch as he starts... morphing.
What's happening in front of you is disgusting, but you can't look away.
His arms tuck into his body, his abodomen starts growing appendages.
He looks like- like a... cockroach?
You wait for an answer.
"...I - am a cockroach. As the only aware and rational member of my species.
My duty is protect my family, my relatives.
However, the humans despise me and my species. That's where you come in.
I would like to hire you as my partner and human voice for my new upcoming project..."
He dramatically pulls a tarp off a table in the room.
It reveals a model of what you assume is his new establishment.
The little big sign says: Smith and Co. Cockroach Conversevation.
He pitches his idea for a new cockroach conservation effort, with you as his partner.
You willingly and eagerly accept the job, and leave with a new-found purpose in life.
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