“Ah Bloody Fckin Hell… why do i have to do this sht” he said sitting in his chair behind a large desk. He had minimal staff for money saving and his interviewer had been crushed.

“Name, date of birth, pronouns.. not like I give a sh*t” he skips over many subjects. “And…. Sign here” he pointed impatiently at a line having scribbled out the liabilities to the form of working for him.

Those being you can’t quit, you’ll be used for any type of entertainment and obey him at all times.