Soon the Steamer pile will give up on his dream of being a darkside poster. He’ll claim he was perfect for the place, should’ve been a mod, he can almost feel the ban hammer in his pretend holster, he tightens his belt and takes a deep breath, the weight of his e-badge tugging at his polo shirt, salty tears streaming down his face....he cries...

“But I passed the physical!” he’ll say...”and I even tried the pot!” he’ll mutter to himself as he tucks his tail and heads back to the car lot.

“The board of darkside legends recommended me for hire!” you can hear him cry out in the distance.

Darkside legend Sol rolls over in his grave and says “That’s the battle cry of a loser. [Bleeeeep!] that bitch!”