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When the students arrived, they found the classroom set up like a high school auditorium. A big banner declared "Welcome, Henchpeople!" Tables lined the edge of the auditorium with signs announcing the companies represented. Lexcorp, Primatech, Umbrella Corp., Wolfram and Hart, Prescott Pharmaceuticals, Microsoft and others all appear to have a presence here.

"What up, leaders?" Dr. Horrible asked the class. Today he wore a white lab coat and white gloves. "Today we're going to discuss recruiting. You may think you can hire any old thug off the street to do your bidding. While it is true that cash will entice many to follow you, those that are motivated strictly by cash are easily lured from your side at times of pressure. Hire a union henchperson and you'll pay more, yes, but you get your money's worth.

"I want you to practice your henchperson recruiting speech. Tell them what you have to offer. Benefits and pensions are a good start but try to be creative. And as you listen to your fellow students, try to think of what a henchperson would be looking for and feel free to ask questions."

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Well, no. It was hard to get things dry cleaned when one was a ward of the state.

She raised her hand again. "So then is, say, Swedish dry cleaning superior to Croatian? Or did the whole European Union get together and go 'let's show those Americans what for!'?"

The state was, in Quinn's opinion, all but guilty of child neglect.

"It's continent wide," she said impatiently. (The truth was, she didn't know.) "Do you want to become a minion, or are you just interested in where I get my sweaters cleaned?"

"Hey, I just want to get all my facts straight before I apply. Do you have a secret underground bunker or an interstellar escape plan for when the Mayan calender runs out in 2012?"

"There's no need. The Mayan calendar is a fraud," Quinn said, sounding bored. "If you sign up with us now, you're guaranteed fifty years of employment -- or as long as you can keep up with us."

there was quite a dagger in the last few words.

Claudia was possibly having too much fun with this. "What's your policy on freelancing? Also, do you provide ray guns?"

"No freelancing, you're with us or against us," Quinn said firmly. There might have been a smile dancing around her eyes, but she kept her tone level and a bit clipped.

"Weapons will be discussed after you're officially on board." A pause. "Do you even know how to handle a ray gun?"

Claudia sat up straighter. "Ooo, is this the interview? I think my biggest weakness is that sometimes, I work too hard."

Quinn tilted her head. "There isn't any such thing," she decided. "There's just working on the wrong things. Our goal would be finding productive uses for your energy."

"Uh huh." Claudia tilted her head. "And how much room for self-direction is there? Also, do you provide dental?"

Quinn was pretty sure Claudia was just messing with her at this point, but it beat listening to somebody else's speech so she'd play along.

"You can grow as much as you want as long as you stay within my guidance," she decided. "Dental's included in the insurance package. How bad are your teeth?"

She totally was. She had to live with Quinn, after all. It wouldn't do to take things too seriously.

"I feel that's an intrusively personal question." Claudia actually had excellent teeth. "And what, exactly, are your qualifications to be guiding your little elite group?"

Quinn flashed a grin. It was more like baring her teeth. "I'm here on stage," she said, as if it were an exceptionally stupid question. "You aren't."

"Yeah, that doesn't prove anything at all. You could just be some figurehead leader with no special skills or knowledge of your own. Also, it's my turn on the stage in a few minutes."

"Also, it's just a class exercise," Quinn pointed out, breaking character because she couldn't think of anything else to say. "We can pretend I did something awesome. Just like we're going to pretend anyone would ever be your henchman."

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"Hey, people would totally want to be my minions." Claudia might be sulking a little, there.

Quinn could have said something nasty in response, something sarcastic about welding being a real turn-on to minion types, but there was that whole Claudia sleeping ten feet from her aspect to consider. Besides, she'd made her point.

"I'm sure," she said, in a tone that wasn't. "Want to take your turn now?"

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And there were many, many things Claudia could do with that "sleeping ten feet away" scenario. This was a girl who kept power tools and chemicals around, after all.

She was also generally too nice to do any of them, of course.

"Sure. I can show you how it's done."

Quinn rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as she got off the stage. Power tools or not, being nice (okay, nice-ish) to Claudia was sometimes not worth the trouble.

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