The large man presented Connor the piece of paper that was on the box, sliding it towards him. "Resume." he said in an utterly bored tone. The resume bore the man's name, Wallace Gunther. He's had no work experience up to this point. It only had two reccomendations, both were his parents. A tiny piece of paper was stapled to the resume, a letter from his mother. "To whom it may concern, this is my son Wallace's fist job so please go easy on him. He mostly wanted to stay on the couch all day, bringing home women and eating us out of house and home so we decided he should get some outdoor time. He has a speech impediment where he can't say more than a few words. My husband says he does this by choice but I believe he may need some speech therapy of a sort. Please don't get upset with him for lack of communication, he's still my boy. I hope you consider hiring him.<br/>Sincerely, Victoria Gunther"<br/>Jeremiah watched from behind the door at this behemoth of a man. "Oh boy, this is wierd isn't it? I'm a weirdo aren't I? But he looks handsome- no, no, deep breaths Jerry. Deep breaths." Wallace felt a sensation to his right and he averted his attention toward the door. "Oop!" Jeremiah hides before he could be spotted. "I need to get it together."