Snippet #1433833

"Of course not dear, though if I did, they'd be bigger than yours." Fiona languidly smiled and gestured easily to the pants of the person she was sitting across from, an interview with a Hero she was undergoing, a rather annoying one who had just asked if she had balls, because she was being rather tough on him.

She laughed lightly as he stormed out of the room, her third interview this week. Apparently the world was in need of sidekicks, but as much as the people who walked through the door thought they were interviewing her, she interviewed them. And if she disapproved, she sent the on their way, either ragin mad, or in tears. They were all rather un-impressive, weak and thinking themselves slever when they certainly were not. Fiona, or rather Confuscious, would not settle for meager.

The sister who handled the complaints would be mad no doubt, but she could care less. She'd have another interview soon enough anyway, ah, here came one of the sisters to tell her now....